Chapter 128: Orion, Sophia and the Festival Proper IV
The painter's frown was faint, but Sophia caught it.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, uncertain. The hum of laughter and music from the festival square filled the air, punctuated by the soft pulse of drums and the glow of lanterns.
The woman blinked, her expression smoothing. "No," she said finally, voice lilting. "Nothing's wrong, dear. It's just surprising…it's rare for anyone to even ask about the half crescent moon leg alone paint it on their faces during the festival."
Sophia tilted her head. "Why? Isn't it just a symbol of the Moon Goddess watching over us?"
The woman's lips curved into a knowing smile as she picked up her brush. "Ah, that's the common meaning, yes, the one everyone repeats because it's simple to say." She dipped the brush into a pot of silvery pigment, its surface glimmering like liquid moonlight. "But it's not just that. There's more to it."
Sophia frowned slightly. "Really? Now I'm curious."
