|| THE FESTIVAL OF FLAMES ||
Oleksiy walked through the streets of the capital city in the Fire Kingdom, waving a polite hand to anyone who sent him one and sampling all of the foods that were on display in the stands. There was a festival taking place and the midday was full of hustle and bustle from the citizens who were dressed in colourful clothes, decorating the streets, or standing behind food stands that Oleksiy sampled from.
Today was turning out to be a great day indeed. Nothing could possibly ruin his day no -
“Ahov, Oleksiy!” his mood instantly deflated like a balloon upon hearing that voice. He quickly put on a fake smile that he hoped wasn’t too obvious and reluctantly turned towards the person who called him.
“Lukash, how do you do?” he said with an audibly strained voice.