The fifth day was Yassen's Harvest Festival.
The daytime atmosphere was rather solemn, with a long sacrificial ceremony. But by evening, the aroma of wine filled the forest valleys, and the elves drank to their heart's content, dancing and singing with berry wreaths on their heads.
Drunken Light Elves seemed much more amusing. Roy brought Sermias along, and no one objected. There was even a young-looking girl who embraced a whole barrel of fruit wine, inviting Roy to taste it.
"It's freshly brewed cherry wine!" the elf happily introduced, "No one can refuse its taste."
At this moment, barriers and prejudices seemed to disappear.
Roy held a wooden ladle filled with wine, vaguely thinking, elves are truly a peculiar race.
While sitting and drinking, Sermias beside her wasn't idle. He braided her black hair into small plaits and personally made a berry wreath for her to wear.
