Chapter Twenty Eight

"So, what is the week of Sekhmet?" Cheryl asked as she walked next to Alessia along the side of the gardens. Much to Cheryl's relief Alessia's annoying brother had decided that it was too much light for his well-being and went back to the safety of the castle, leaving the two alone.

The young woman shrugged, "Basically it's a week when we celebrate the Goddess. It's fun till it gets suffocating. "Cheryl decided to ignore the suffocating bit and was much more interested in the fun bit

"What do we do that is.... 'fun'?"

"The usual. Eat, drink, hunt, the little ones pick flowers to make crowns as offerings, - it keeps them busy, and we don't have to worry about them throwing a tantrum all the time-, and some other stuff like that. You get it"

That sounded like every human festivity in some parts, it sounded normal and calm (or as calm as it could get) . A calm few weeks would be perfect, and it did not seem to hide any bad surprises. Cheryl smiled, "Sounds fun."