Ah, the harvest days are the best. The leaves changing, fresh pumpkins, painted gourds, and all the meats! Everyone gathering for the wool knitting contest... [Toul sighs a bit dreamily. She misses home just a bit.] A pity I may not make it back in time to see it.
[Then she looks around at the people in their costumes.]
Today is somewhat similar to masquerade balls I have heard of, but there is a...mystical feel to it considering the variety of wear. Maybe they're honoring the supernatural beings of their worlds.