Shella, Soitheach House.
Ever since she woke up around an hour ago, the twelve year old Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth had been positively giddy with anticipation. The orange-blonde haired girl, being on a vacation after a rather eventful trip to Ganosia, together with her caretaker and Big Sis in anything but blood, Amy Bansagart of the Tribe of Westmeath, arrived here a few days ago by seaplane, staying in the Banphrionsa Family's Soitheach House, a bit off to the side of the fishing village on a small island in the middle of the Great Sea.
They were hosting a Harvest Festival, as many towns did during this time of the year - and this year was no exception as she was happy to report. Apparently, besides a whole lot of Selkie showing up to the festival and the accompanying tournament, the harbour was preparing to receive foreign ships as well as their own. SDFS Carman Fea, a Rhiannon-I-class Frigate, was already in harbour, her sleek grey hull contrasting against the morning sea and the fisherboats with colourful sails going out to catch freshest fish, and of course contrasting with the Gaoth, the caravel in service with the University of Wembury having made a succesful voyage here.
Mona grinned, as she watched the beginnings of the last preparations for the festival from the balcony of Soitheach House. Stalls were erected, busy people beginning with their work as the ferry from Wembury arrived on the horizon, steaming towards Shella and arriving in a bit.
Suddenly, two arms snaked around her, making Mona squeal, especially as someone pecked her on the cheeks. "Morning, Mudskipper!", Amy whispered, the young woman with the rusty-red hair pulling her close into a loving embrace, "Looking forward to the festival?"
"Yep!", Mona answered with delight, grinning wildly, "Can we go down to the harbour, when the people arrive?"
Amy nodded. "Sure.", she said, before she stroked the back of the girl's hair, flattening a few strands of hair, "But first, we need to make ourselves look pretty!"
Mona giggled.
Around half an hour later, the two were at the harbour, an unofficial welcoming comittee, as the first foreign boats began to arrive, clad in Geansai in Lodan Lir's light blue and dark blue with the white stockings, and indeed looking pretty in the case of the older of the two and cute in the case of the younger.
They were anticipating the arrivals with good cheer.