Author's Note: Please read part 37 and 38 again, as they have been reposted.
The beating drums blared all around Ophelia as she walked through the streets of the city wearing a lilac sundress which caressed her ankles.
It was the middle of the day and the festivities of Avala were in full motion. Wherever her eyes travelled, she could see revellers indulging in the pleasures of the music and food all around them as shimmering drinks were passed in glass goblets.
Just as Rowan had told her the previous night, there were no humans in their midst. As promised, he had already ordered them to not leave their tent until the celebration was over.
As of right now, as she walked through the folds of crowds while music swarmed around her from all directions and her hair flew gently in the gener
