"Come on Mama, we're gonna be late!" chirped a small raven kuku, his large elf ears flapping in the wind.
This was the first time Blackjack had gone to a festival, and he was very obviously excited. His mother had told him about the Festival of Death, about how kukus and people of all kinds came to pay their respects to Mother Death, and there was so many things to see! The little rook had a neat handful of orange flowers that Blacklight had helped him pick earlier, but he was steadily dropping them as he excitedly paced about the front of their tent.
"There is no rush, young one, Festival is going for whole month!" Ironclad yelled from the back of the tent as sounds of rummaging could be heard. Ironclad had found the decomposing skull of a horse while she was wandering around after a hunt. She wasn't sure what had killed it, but all the bones looked intact so it probably had died of natural causes. Nevertheless, skulls made for fantastic offerings to Death, and she wanted to bring it