Zaliyah stood by his chamber windows, watching Harun carefully fix the fur hat on Sylaris's head. Today was the official day of the Great Winter Festival, and the dark sky above the was already glowing with thousands of orb-ignited metal lanterns that drifted upward like a swarm of fireflies, signaling that the festivities had fully kicked off.
Sylaris had been dreaming of this day ever since she first learned about it, and her tiny frame practically vibrated with bubbling, uncontrolled excitement.
She was dressed in layered, flowery patterned sky-blue flowing silks, bundled beneath an oversized fur coat. Her small hands were completely hidden inside thick gloves, and her little legs were wrapped in wool socks. Not a single ounce of skin was left uncovered against the biting chill.
