Zaya sat in the middle of town.
She was playing, with rocks.
She would find a rock, a pretty one, and then search for bugs and crawleys.
When she found a good big one, she would smash it with the stone.
This was her favorite pass time, she did it almost every day, she would do it until the rock was stained with the insides of the bug, or until something bigger to play with..

Normally, she would do this until the sun set, but today was different.
Today was the feast. 
Zaya looked at the sun, it was about time.
She picked up her favorite rocks (she kept the best ones) and ran to the back of the tavern, where she slept.
Every feast has food, and this was the biggest feast of all, she would sleep with a full stomach for weeks.
Zaya took her jute blanket and bound it around her shoulder like a bag.
Tonight would be good.
Zaya ran towards the temple, on the edge of town