The particularly uneventful morning was quickly evolving into an uneventful afternoon. The others in town were milling about, chatting avidly about the weather and some current events. Some of the Minior were flitting around in the sky, stopping some others during their travels across town. The poor saps will probably never finish their maps of the world.
S.N. slowly mobilized his shelled self around, peering over at the small festival that’s set up in the town center. A couple of tents were set up with some games to welcome new guardians and thank them for their help to the civilians. He had attempted to grab some cotton candy earlier, but it turned into ten minutes of him staring dissatisfied at the ground at the cotton candy he never had the chance of tasting. His attempt to make himself less grumpy only made him even more so.
He perused the booths. Quite a few younger kids were happily playing at the boot