Secrets are spilled

Earlier that day…

The streets were filled with life today. It was Spring's Turning.

Maria had found out the meaning of the word not too long ago: a festival meant to usher in spring, where people of different elements would help each other in tasks like cleaning up snow, budding grass and snowdrops, preparing little bird houses for the birds flying back home and other such things.

Some things were turned into a game, roping little kids into the fervor. As she wandered through the streets, the fresh minty air of winter still biting at her cheeks, Maria could see them smiling and laughing as they hung colorful ribbons and glitter-filled decorations. It was nice to see them smile, without a care in the world.