For being on the moon, Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to to witness a familiar holiday. The years she and her sisters trained in Shaolin, their master always allowed them to take the day off to celebrate the start of the New year; such a celebration was observed by even the monks, however not on this scale. In England, they did no such thing of course, but that only made the memories all the more precious.
The year of the dog was precious, even she had to admit, seeing everyone with their dogs, the prizes and toys given. If she were younger, she would certainly appreciate the game for what it was. Instead, she only strolled through the stalls, admiring those showing off their pets.
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The games of chance and skill were a good distraction. The entire evening, Elizabeth tried to not think how much her sisters would enjoy the festivities (they certainly would), for doing so would only solidify how alone she felt here.
She had tried her hand at a few games, winning two small, stuffed dogs as well as a red and gold fan (the dogs she gave to a little girl). Childish though the games were, she could appreciate the random skill in them, just to try them out.
Moving from games, she went to one of the booths and bought herself a few small oranges, peeling at one as she observed the crowd around her.
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For being on the moon, Elizabeth was pleasantly surprised to to witness a familiar holiday. The years she and her sisters trained in Shaolin, their master always allowed them to take the day off to celebrate the start of the New year; such a celebration was observed by even the monks, however not on this scale. In England, they did no such thing of course, but that only made the memories all the more precious.
The year of the dog was precious, even she had to admit, seeing everyone with their dogs, the prizes and toys given. If she were younger, she would certainly appreciate the game for what it was. Instead, she only strolled through the stalls, admiring those showing off their pets.
street games and food
The games of chance and skill were a good distraction. The entire evening, Elizabeth tried to not think how much her sisters would enjoy the festivities (they certainly would), for doing so would only solidify how alone she felt here.
She had tried her hand at a few games, winning two small, stuffed dogs as well as a red and gold fan (the dogs she gave to a little girl). Childish though the games were, she could appreciate the random skill in them, just to try them out.
Moving from games, she went to one of the booths and bought herself a few small oranges, peeling at one as she observed the crowd around her.
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