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Even the warmest of days with the hottest of suns would first start with a cold breeze that envelop it. During today's early morning, a young man would be awake and ready, had already woken up an hour before the sunrise, shaved and showered. When he started his jog around the town, he would eventually came across the festival square.
With light blue haze of the early morning, birds tweeting and trees moving gently with the breeze, the town square in preparation would look as if no crazy festival would be held there. The old and young men and women together carrying wooden planks and other tools around, hammering of nails echoing in the streets, the stalls would be built. A small girl, who André assumed to have fire magic, was blowing holding her hands under a tea urn, blowing sparks to light the stove beneath it. Pausing his jog here, the young man would spend some time helping the stalls to be built. Yet the scale of the festival would make him unable to see all of it. Rejecting any rewards, he would quickly run back to his apartment, while mentally mapping the part of the square he was at to come back to it later.
And so he did, after spending some time home doing chores and reading, he wore a beige linen shirt that only had three collar buttons, all of them left open for the weather was warm. Folding the sleeves of the shirt thrice each, he revealed his semi-muscular arms. Underneath, he wore brown jeans, and black dress shoes. To finish it all off, he wore his beige flat cap that went well with his shirt. He was ready. Surely a kimono would suit better since he had already seen some couples, but the young man didn't have one, nor the interest in buying one.
With a half brisk pace, he made his way to the festival and sat on a beverage stand. He wasn't the biggest fan of cafes and such places, but knowing that these stands were people from the community sharing their own goods made him feel good two folds. Across the stand he was sitting was a sweets stand. While drinking a glass of sparkling water with lime, he turned his head around to face some noises he heard. Three people stood there, all looking relatively younger than himself; two boys and one girl. The boys were tall in height, in fact the blonde one was pretty much the same height as André himself. The girls was however much shorter in comparison. The blue haired boy was shorter than the blonde one, and unlike the blonde who seemed manly in some aspects, the blue haired one had a much more different aura to him, something elegant- maybe even pretty.
André was witnessing an accident, the blue haired one and the girl were falling. Thinking it was almost cute and normal for such a festival. He started to gently scratch the part between his nose and upper lift, as he would do when entertained as a tic, he saw something that caused his eyes to grow big. The same little fire mage girl from the morning was running towards the three, holding a small ball of fire that didn't look like she could manage control over, yelling people to get out of the way.
"Careful!" André shouted at the three and got up from his bar stool, but he was too far away to do anything.