The courtyard outside the cave was alive with color and motion. The ceremonial robes of the crowd shone in crimson, gold, and forest green, embroidered with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer as the dancers moved.
I was amazed, to say the least.
The dancers twisted and twirled to the rhythm of drums, flutes, and the occasional deep horn, their movements celebratory yet reverent, echoing against the stone walls like an ancient ritual come alive.
Incense curled through the air, earthy smoke intertwining with the faint metallic scent of the cave and torches, and even from a distance I could taste the tension and reverence on my tongue.
Was this what I had missed out on, all those years? I wondered, watching to my full, the beautiful sight before me.
You couldn't come to the cave if you weren't up to the wolf testing age. And even then, you were huddled to the inner part of the cave, through another passageway…
