Night had now settled over the small town, but every street and alley was brightly lit. Adults were singing, dancing, and playing instruments together, while children ran about gleefully.
Rosalind quietly observed the bustling street, where laughter, music, and melodies never seemed to cease.
The atmosphere was even livelier than when they had first arrived.
Suddenly, a group of children came running against the flow of people heading toward the town center. They weaved their small bodies through the crowd. Voices called out to them, but none carried annoyance.
Maybe, everyone simply wanted to stay immersed in the joy of the festival and let the small mischiefs pass without notice.
The children kept running until the boy at the front accidentally bumped into Rosalind. Caught off guard, she stumbled backward. Before she could regain her balance, she found herself cradled securely in the steady arms of someone behind her.
