Arya wore a grey dress, with butterfly prints on the upper body, and a forest print on the skirt.
She wore light makeup and opened her hair, with just a clip to hold it loosely in place.
Donna, her three children, her mate, Melvin, and some of Rodriguez men accompanied them to the festival.
There were food stalls and rides for the children, and in the middle of the huge ground, there was a round fire pit.
The fire was not yet lit, and some men were preparing dried logs and twigs to light.
Meldrich, Donna's seven year old, ran towards the ride, with his father following close behind, while the twins, Nina and Shina, who were five, clunge to their mother.
"This is so beautiful," Arya said, looking around.
She had never even heard about this festival in all the years she lived in the human society.
This festival was celebrated in the same town she had spent her growing years, but it was in a part that rarely anyone visited.
