You know what we haven't had in a long time?
Full marks! It's also been a long time since I talked about Rilandu.
And a small digression: In fact, the diploma and health are a bit exhausting, which makes me want to draw... But only sketches. I think the summer will be easier and there will be more full-fledged sketches.
The Feast of the Winds is considered a national holiday in Rilandu, which is essentially a festival and lasts for 7 days, starting on May 10. During these days there are many festivities from dawn until dark at night, when bonfires are lit, bards sing songs and many games are played. But what truly sets this holiday apart from others is that there are strong winds blowing all week, and every evening everyone can pick bunches of dandelions from the boundless fields, which are blown into the winds' embrace.
On such evenings, all the sky and fields are filled with the white fluff of little parachutes that dance in the gusts of wind and shine in the sun, creating extraordinary pictures. And then bright builds of lesser angels fall down from the sky, they blend with the winds and make a colorful show for ordinary mortals collecting seeds, which are then spread along the fields and forests, sowing with them a little of their magic, so that the year will be fruitful and new forests will not keep you waiting.
They say that if you make a wish on such a night, it will come true, just as more and more seeds germinate, strengthen and will grow and please the owner, who will long remember these fabulous sunsets.