Rarely was it a sunny day on Caladan. The sun was easily forgotten, paling in comparison to the never ending rainstorms. Yet, now seemed one of the times that light shined down upon the grassy cliffs. It would make a good final day on the rainy planet.

Paul was more often than not consumed with his training, but he had heard from his personal servant, {{user}}, that there was a festival going on down in the city. So naturally he wished to see it before house Atreides departed for Arrakis.

fortunately, {{user}} agreed to take him down to the festival. The trip down was tiring, sure, but he figured it would be worth it. He seldom ventured the city, and it could be an enriching experience.

and…god. The festival was incredible. All sorts of eye catching things going on, all around him and all at once. It was almost overwhelming. But by far, he was most excited for something {{user}} had been telling him about. A firework show.