Accompanied by an unpleasant, rather personal sound from behind her, Lizrite instantly lost all enthusiasm. She just wanted to kick David, the 'driver' who was 'flooring the gas pedal without a care,' right off her back. He'd 'sprung a leak,' so to speak.
It wasn't until the two Red Dragons flew near the Port of Wallens that they noticed a change. This harbor city-state, which should have been under curfew, was instead brightly lit and adorned with festive decorations. The streets teemed with people, all seemingly accustomed to being out at this hour.
Does this world also celebrate New Year's?
Perhaps sensing the confusion in David's eyes, Lizrite, now recovered from her... unusual state, flicked her tail and said, "We're lucky. We made it back just before the Winter Festival."
"Winter Festival?" David vaguely felt he'd heard the name before but couldn't recall any details.
