The Moonfall was the greatest tragedy while at the same time the greatest instrument of peace in the history of Mur. And they celebrate it with colorful costumes, songs and dances, and foods of all kinds, with a moment of solemn silence as a means to never forget that day 700 years ago.

Here a bard(male Mur) walks with two of his wives and their fawns through the festivities, which will last a whole week.

The one flying nearby is a Murkai, or Kai for short. And they are considerably shorter than sa, as they hail from the lighter gravity of a moon orbiting a distant planet. Their varient was not present for the Moonfall, but are welcome to celebrate all the same, family or not.

The bard is the proud father of 4 delightful fawns, a son, who is conversing excitedly with his mother, one of his daughters happily sits atop his head, while the other two are a bit shy and more hidden, can you find them?

Wanted to branch out and show more aspects of Mur culture. Hope i did well enough for now. Enjoy!