The Sky Festival was over and Yinehi's obnoxiously good spirits had seemingly died away completely. Her efforts seemed wasted, her appearances embarrassing.. and most relevant, her energy spent. As the clan moved back onto its usual migration path, Yinehi spent her days dragging her feet along with them, looking dull and distracted- especially compared tot he enthusiasm she had approached the festival in. She still seemed herself, just less exuberant.
When the clan stopped for the night, Yinehi wandered a bit beyond the group before she finally settled down. It was a quiet evening, back to the usual routine.. it was strange.
