The Feast of Fools, a day when all social norms are subverted, when people of all social classes and species can join together in the streets to dance, eat and drink until dawn. Nothing is sacred during this day. Kings, religions and nobles can be mocked without fear of punishment, and for just one day it really feels like the lowest members of society rule the world.
It's all an illusion of course, the dream of a bunch of fools that will vanish at sunrise, and then everything will be back as it was.

Shadi had no intention to take an active role in this madness, but her friends and the members of the local community managed to coax her into it. After all, she was one of the best oud players of the district, especially now that she had left her thieving career at her back and started to actively practice.
The area was a part of the slums that was reconstructed and was now inhabited by a thriving community of humans and other species living side by side, and everyone had been nothing but kind to her since she migrated in this new city. They gave her a job, shelter and trust, without asking anything in return, so refusing to play at the feast would had been terribly selfish of her.

The fear started to dissipate as her fingers kept running on the cords of her instrument, and her singing voice grew more and more confident. People were dancing all around her, cheering and laughing. She kept singing all sorts of funny gibberish until the sun went down, and she loved the feeling of being the craziest person among this bunch of fools. Finally, after quite a long time, Shadi felt happy.