-The Puppet Festival was today. It was bright, so amazing, I am still dazzled by the grand display. This year was surely bigger than the last or possibly any other before.
I chose to paint my face like a Mask of Osnera and spent much time getting ready after class to go down into the city.
Most of the other students had also come down to the Festival, but only the Loarnics had painted their faces to resemble God Masks. There was so much laughing and drinking, even now as I write from my bed in the Temple I can hear the din of the partying that will carry on all night.
By the light of day, there was a display of traditional Loarnic wrestling. Sitting with the Loarnic Priest in one of the theaters hosting for the night, I saw men and women alike dressed in ancient styles as they wrestled through the ranks until Champions were declared. Bippa, a pig farming woman who had come to the Festival from a neighboring village, and Seevin, a fisherman from Senntisten itself. Many of t