Post by HYUK "HUGO" YOUN on Sept 7, 2016 21:53:30 GMT -8
fruitful festivities
There was a strong possibility that Hugo was lost. He had been wandering alone for two hours since four and the path he had taken to the festival was long forgotten. There had been a light shower of rain, but the sun was already gleaming through the breaks in the clouds. Everything shone in the light; the trees looked vibrant; the evening air had been cool. It was one of Hugo’s first encounters with the rain since the summer, and it signaled the beginning of the autumn weather that made Brookings a bit more somber—chilly.
But he was glad it was cold. He always had an unusual affinity towards frosty climates despite being a bird shifter. Frigid air stirred life in him and brought him back to the memories of home—where the weather seemed to have painted houses in a thick white paint and the snow whipped through the streets.
Hugo stretched his arms, spreading his fingers to get rid of the nippy feelings in his fingertips. The shower had been light, but it had not dissuaded the crowds from gathering for the Farmer’s Market. It was a Friday and the wide assortment of goods made the festival simply irresistible to some. Hugo, in particular, couldn’t help but attend. In fact, he planned to stay that day until it was time for ‘Fireworks Spectacular’. The academy had lifted the curfew for this special event and he was determined to make full use of it.
“So many places to see…” he mused. “Where should I go next?” His gaze flickered from stall to stall. It was honestly overwhelming to take in at first, but Hugo felt an inexpressible jolt of anticipation. He had a lot of time to buy trinkets and souvenirs later for his friends. The food stalls were enticing, but he wasn’t incredibly hungry…
With light steps, Hugo maneuvered through the crowds. Although he couldn’t find any immediate activities to do, every stall was a lively attraction in their own right. They boasted stimulating colors: beautiful greens and bright oranges especially caught his eye in contrast to the shadows cast by the clouds. He was sure the festival would look even more appealing if he had been flying overhead.
The boy dreamily walked on and spent his time indulging in the warmth of sunbeams. “Definitely too many places to see…” A twinkle shone in his eye as he looked around again. “If I had a map, perhaps I wouldn’t have much trouble deciding what to do.” Finally settling on a person who seemed competent enough, Hugo walked towards the individual’s direction before calling out: “Excuse me, do you perhaps have a map of some sort I could use? The festival is rather big.” It was bold of him, but it didn’t bother Hugo. Figuring out the festival was his first priority and chatting with others had always been a pleasure.
But he was glad it was cold. He always had an unusual affinity towards frosty climates despite being a bird shifter. Frigid air stirred life in him and brought him back to the memories of home—where the weather seemed to have painted houses in a thick white paint and the snow whipped through the streets.
Hugo stretched his arms, spreading his fingers to get rid of the nippy feelings in his fingertips. The shower had been light, but it had not dissuaded the crowds from gathering for the Farmer’s Market. It was a Friday and the wide assortment of goods made the festival simply irresistible to some. Hugo, in particular, couldn’t help but attend. In fact, he planned to stay that day until it was time for ‘Fireworks Spectacular’. The academy had lifted the curfew for this special event and he was determined to make full use of it.
“So many places to see…” he mused. “Where should I go next?” His gaze flickered from stall to stall. It was honestly overwhelming to take in at first, but Hugo felt an inexpressible jolt of anticipation. He had a lot of time to buy trinkets and souvenirs later for his friends. The food stalls were enticing, but he wasn’t incredibly hungry…
With light steps, Hugo maneuvered through the crowds. Although he couldn’t find any immediate activities to do, every stall was a lively attraction in their own right. They boasted stimulating colors: beautiful greens and bright oranges especially caught his eye in contrast to the shadows cast by the clouds. He was sure the festival would look even more appealing if he had been flying overhead.
The boy dreamily walked on and spent his time indulging in the warmth of sunbeams. “Definitely too many places to see…” A twinkle shone in his eye as he looked around again. “If I had a map, perhaps I wouldn’t have much trouble deciding what to do.” Finally settling on a person who seemed competent enough, Hugo walked towards the individual’s direction before calling out: “Excuse me, do you perhaps have a map of some sort I could use? The festival is rather big.” It was bold of him, but it didn’t bother Hugo. Figuring out the festival was his first priority and chatting with others had always been a pleasure.
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