The Spirits and The Festival

"Wow~ This seems so fun~!" Lilith's voice floated in the air, her dark eyes wide with excitement as she looked over the bustling festival. Her pink hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her festival robes—an elaborate gown of soft pinks and deep violets—flowed elegantly as she moved.

Next to her, Griselda stretched her arms, her white hair flickering as if lightning was coursing through it. Her silver robe, adorned with golden lightning motifs, shimmered with each of her movements. "I have to admit, it looks a lot more lively than anything I've seen in ages. I guess this is what happens when humans don't have wars every other day." She gave Lyan a teasing glance, her lips curling into a grin. "Too bad we only have three hours, huh, Master?"