The night before the festival was calm, nothing to give way to the chaos that would come. The moon was bright, and it made for a good night to check his snares. The young redheaded boy slipped from his warm bed, climbed into his clothes, and threw on his cloak. On the way out the door, he checked to make sure the fire hadn't gone out, and plucked a bag from the hangar on the wall.<br/><br/>The snares he was going to check were a short distance out into the woods, not many people went out that way. Mostly only Berash, and his brother used that stretch of land, and Berash usually hunted on the ohter side of the creek this time of year. Besides, as far as he knew, he was the only trapper in the area that bothered to check his snares at night. All the better for him, it was more peaceful at ngiht anyways.<br/><br/>Stalking his way quickly into the woods, thinking to himself about what he might catch, he stopped short. He had picked up a faint sound. Musical, and sweet... He had to be hearing things. No one was out at night. Then he heard it again. Now he knew, someone was singing. He didn't know what was going on, but inquisitive minds must know. He followed the sound to a small glade that he sometimes rested in, on long trips before making it all the way back to the village.<br/><br/>The sound was louder, and it was deffinately singing. And, it sounded strangely like Maeve, the town sweetheart. But, that couldn't be right... He cautiosuly aproached the clearing, edgeing into the trees, and he almost gasped aloud. He couldn't believe his eyes. The girl was treuly here, in the clearing dancing and singing. Completely naked. He stood mesmerized for a moment, before realizing he was staring at a naked girl. He caught his breath again, almost giving himself away and quickly turned to go. Glancing back one more time, he resolved to keep his mouth shut, and check the traps tomorrow morning. Oh the things his mind got him into.<br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>The next day was the festival. Kestrel got up early, and checked his traps. For whatever reason, they were all empty. Not all bad, since it meant he could freely enjoy the festivities. He kept trying to forget the night before, the beautiful naked dancing girl that he had seen, but the sight would not leave him.<br/><br/>He set up his stall with his father, displaying all the fine leather good they created together. Some of the leathers were his, some his fathers, and a good many had come from Berash, a good friend. In fact, Berash and his family had set up a stall right across from him. Kestrel knew Berash would be happy, as showed by his grin. Some of Berash's best hides were shown prominently on the stand. They would be sure to sell first. Kestrel gave the boy a thumbs up when he looked over, before going back to work.<br/><br/>Then he saw her. Maeve. Of course she was going to be here. Kestrel mentally kicked himself, as she waved at him. All he did was blush, and act like he didnt see her. THAT was smooth.