Cymbel gave a sigh in reply. To be fair, it wasn't like had a lot of time to read up on places outside of his home. Planning one's departure in secret with his family watching over his shoulder was not an easy task. He had left without the intention of going back, and was forced to leave most of his things behind lest he lose his chance for good. "I'll keep that in mind before I leave then." Having used up what little provisions he had brought in his haste, he would need to buy some supplies before setting out again. The thought of crossing that hellish landscape of sand and sun again made his stomach churn, but he couldn't afford to ride an airship. He considered purchasing a mount from the local stables, but decide against it. If he wanted a beast of burden it would have to have wings, at least. And the last time he rode an animal, it was a horse not a gryphon. 

Seeing it had been his second day in Endapano, there was no harm in indulging himself in some of the local cuisine. Stopping by a stall selling seasoned meat with fresh greens wrapped in flatbread, he looked over the selection of ingredients while considering his budget.

"Though now that you have been threw hell you have no need to study up on the place. Just pack what you needed and ran out of." she said as an afterthought. She stopped and looked at the meat glad she had eaten her fill before coming into the city for it smelled good but she was two full to think of eating or she may have bought it. "Looks like someone is ready for the festival tonight." the man behind the table said. "I love to watch the dancing and listen to the songs and music fill the air." Vinsue smiled the party was one of the things that she had hopped to see upon coming and was a bit excited for it. she simply nodded at his statement. it had been in the local tongue which she understood but had a hard time speaking in. "only thing most people do not like is that the shops close early tonight. corse that makes business better for people need certain stuff before hand." she nodded "Yea i guess that is why so many people are out in this heat." he laughed at her attempted response in elvish. She knew it was most likely cause she said it wrong but he understood.

Cymbel's attention was drawn away from the food stall to the conversation. He recognized the vendor and the woman speaking in elvish, as he in his childhood was tutored in the languages of the major cities in Canelux. The vendor was speaking with a slight accent, possibly a regional variant. So there was a festival taking place here tonight. That would be something he'd like to see. Coming over to where Vinsue and the man she was speaking with were, he greeted the vendor in elvish before asking. "Greetings good sir. If you would be so kind as to tell me, what festival will occurring tonight? I wouldn't want to miss any of the festivities."

It seems that he was in luck. He couldn't have timed his arrival any better. Elven culture was something that he held a long-standing interest in, as he wanted to see how they compared to the dances and parties back home. And since this would be happening at night, he did not have to worry about the sun or the oppressive heat. This would give him just enough time to wash up and make himself presentable for such an event. Perhaps braving the sweltering sands was not such a bad idea after all. 

"It's the one festival that everyone in the kingdom comes to." Vinsue answered completely forgetting the name. "It's the festival of friends." the man answered. "Its purpose is to show that all the races in the kingdome get along and that they can have some fun." She smiled, glad Cielben was interested in the thought of what was to happen tonight. Her master took her to this festival every year when she was small as a hatchday present. She had turned 200 today though she really did not fill that old. 

She was a bit anxious for the party but she needed more energy if she was going to dance all night. "Course It has a different meaning to me. today was the day i came into the world years ago." she said in english than nodded to the vendor before starting to walk off again. It was quit clear Cielben knew the local language better than she did.

Ah, the Festival of Friends. It sounded like a wonderful festival, as did the idea behind it. Back home the festivals were never like this, less like events of goodwill and more like competitions between the houses. Here festivals were meant to be enjoyed instead of fussed and prepared over. Seeing all the different kinds of people all partaking in the event was something quite special to Cymbel. He had rarely encountered other races, mostly humans who had made the mistake in entering their domain. Unfortunately the people who came never left… at least not in the same way they had came. He pushed aside that unpleasant thought as he watched Vinsue leave. So this festival too had a special meaning to her. Perhaps after tonight it would hold a different meaning for him as well.

He bid the vendor goodbye and returned to the inn he had rented a room in, and washed up. Changing his clothes, he combed out the tangles in his long silver hair and rinsed his traveling clothes in a tub of soapy water. Wringing them dry, he shook out the creases and hung them up on a drying pole included with the facilities. If tomorrow was as hot and arid as today, they should be dry in no time. Fastening his hair into a ponytail, he stood before the dresser mirror and splashed cold water over his face. As he dried himself with a towel, he changed his features to resemble a human male with short black hair and gray eyes. Satisfied with his new appearance, he left the inn once he heard music and singing from his window. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined what he would be doing now, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. 

Vinsue climbed a tree outside after she realized that she was alone again. She sat on one of the branches that was in the sun and fell asleep. She dreamed of when she was 16 years old. she was super excited about the party though her master seemed to be hiding something. she thought it was a present or good surprise but that was not the case. They started through the desert and he stopped the cart near the center. there he told her to sit and stay tell he was gone. he told her the truth behind his raising of her and that she was useless for not being able to fly or spit flames then he walked off. the dream ended as she heard drums and other music.

She climbed out of the tree to see that it was dark and started walking the mostly empty streets towards the sounds. she watched as the crowds started to get thicker. it took some effort to get to the front and see the dancing. people who were not dancing were clapping to the beat. She quickly found a seat near the edge and watched. she had came to party but she had that dream and it took the will to party out of her. she put on a smile to keep from ruining anyone else's party and watched. 

With his new disguise Cymbel slipped into the crowds with ease and mingled with the visitors and locals. He sampled the foods which had been prepared for the event, particularly the desserts. There were candied fruit, honey glazed nuts, and his favorite–an entire apple coated in a thin, glossy coating of melted sugar. It was smooth and shiny like a glass bauble, and the slight crunch followed by the fruit's refreshing sweetness was a delicate contrast between the two textures. Taking a glass of chilled spirits with crushed mint and herbs, he watched the dancers form a ring. Spinning and twirling in the circle, it reminded him of the feverish dancing among the toadstools beneath the moonlight. The greatest difference was that the dancers here were happy, with joy on their faces. A chill ran down his spine as he noted how similar they appeared on the surface.

Halfway through his drink, a some of the dancers broke off from the ring into the crowd, encouraging bystanders to join in the merriment. Cymbel himself was not interested in dancing, but one of them approached him and soon the crowd was chanting for him to join the circle. He and a couple others were strung along as they danced in time to the music holding hands. The pattern changed to dancing in pairs, and one of the girls linked arms with him as the tempo of the music began to slow. They waltzed for a few minutes before changing partners, and for a moment he had lost himself in it. He had never expected those lessons with his dancing instructor to be of use until now. Remembering he was still under the effects of the glamour spell, he graciously bowed out when he found the chance. Fortunately the darkness of the night would obscure any minor inconsistencies in his illusion before he strengthened its duration. With the effects of his disguise renewed, he saw the woman who had saved him from heatstroke that afternoon. Walking over, he emerged from the crowd beside her.

"Enjoying the view? This festival really is something else isn't it?" He didn't expect her to recognize him, after all his voice and his appearance were different from what she had seen earlier. He had also changed his clothes out of the traveling robes which were currently hanging to dry.

After a while she looked at the various food and drinks. She tried some type of roasted meat and a glass of wine. She was not much of a wine drinker but it tasted good. she than went back and started watching the dancing. She thought that the girls would for sure get the man she met at the market to dance but he was not chosen. she looked around to see if he was there to no luck.

Soon after some of the people switched off she got lost in thought. She almost jumped at the voice. She was lost in memories and stopped paying attention to the festival tell the man's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Yea it is. I was just waiting for someone who does not seem to be hear." She said to the man  

"Oh, I see. If you don't mind me asking, who would that someone be?" The situation was quickly becoming rather awkward for Cymbel. He tried hard not to let his act slip as he was supposed to be a complete stranger whom she had never met before. None of this would have happened if he had used the glamour spell before she first saw him, as he wouldn't need to pretend to be somebody else twice over. The characters in those sappy novellas made it look so easy; he couldn't imagine how they could pull this off without breaking into laughter at how ridiculous the whole thing was. Maybe he was overthinking things. Perhaps Vinsue was waiting for somebody else she knew. There was always the possibility of her having acquaintances in Endapano since she had visited this place before. 

"It is a man i had met earlier. perhaps you seen him he is about six foot tall with snow white hair. He goes by Cielben or something like that." she was a bit sad that he was not there. She looked around then back at the stranger. She had wanted to ask her friend to dance but that did not seem to be an option if she could not find him.