Chapter 317: Garlands of Dried Wheat and Marigolds
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The merriment of the harvest festival surrounded Lariette and Ruediger. They had been here since half-past two in the afternoon when the sunlight still filtering warmly through the puffy clouds.
Despite the night had fallen, the excitement still buzzed through the festival grounds.
Everyone, including visitors from other villages and districts, happily celebrated the closing of the harvest season before winter arrived.
After having lunch with Paul and Melissa, Lariette and Ruediger headed to the festival. Upon their arrival, they saw the field had been transformed into a merry festival grounds.
Colorful ribbons were hung like streamers from tree branches, fluttering as children ran beneath them. The vendors operated at the rows of booths made from old timber, decorated by garlands of dried wheat and marigolds.
A wooden stage was set up near the center of the grounds. Folk music echoed from there, played by a band of local musicians as they tuned fiddles, flutes and drums.
By nighttime, Lariette and Ruediger were exhausted and famished from all the activities they had earlier. They decided to have dinner at one of the makeshift restaurants while waiting for the bonfire dance.
"Let’s sit there."
"Okay."
Lariette and Ruediger sat by the plastic window. It wasn’t enough to keep them away from the chill, but at least the breeze wouldn’t bother them when eating.