Always bring a banana to a party... (Who-niverse RP)
The Plains - Winter Festival of the Tiffanae
The Swift Plains tribe had arrived to the main festivities early and had claimed a prime place on the eastern side of the small city that sprung up, their tents forming a lavender bloom atop the small hill. Kestrel Fox and her mother had spent many hours over the last few days, as they bundled herbs, watching the advance of the other tribes across the plains to set up their camps the long stalks of blue purple grasses parting like waves around the groups. Their own small tent had been set slightly to one side, not enough for an outsider to notice but enough for Kestrel and her mother to be set apart from the others. No matter how accepting and friendly the people were, Kes had always been a being apart with her paler then normal skin and less pointed ears. As they had worked, her mother humming all the while, Kestrel had smiled in pride at how strong and beautiful the woman was. She has done it all on her own and would do so again. How many women could say the same? Her mother had caught her eye and laughed, reading the young woman's thoughts upon her face and patted the ground beside her. Slipping back to the ground beside her mother Kestrel grinned and lifted her voice up, the two had sung softly together welcoming the night, the sounds of tools striking as camps were set, fires stoked and laughter as preparations were made for the main celebrations to come.