Fires are lit outdoors during the harvest festival, and fawns and adults alike will stop to sit around them as an elder storyteller dawns a cloke and mask, even creating apparitions with their gleam to tell of wonders and horrors beneath the stars. Dancing about the fire as they spin their tale.

Here a jest tells a tale of a twisted monster, creating claws with her gleam to emphasize the danger they possess. It is a tale of foolish beings seeking to become gods and rule over all creation. Only to find themselves brought low by those they deemed beneath them. A cautionary tale of hubris and triumph.

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