festivals held by humans were always intended for the higher deities, who attended the feasts, bestowing gifts on the ordinary inhabitants in exchange for such sumptuous tables of treats. the city, decorated with flowers and rainbow flags, was more than ever teeming with a multitude of fairy creatures, goddesses and the most powerful gods in the kingdom. and fairies, entertaining little children, giving them sweets and demonstrating the magic of flowers. and wonderful animals, showing tricks and transforming into cute, beautiful goddesses, whose beauty cannot be compared even with the brightest flowers of the world. and, of course, the gods…

a snow-white horse, slowly clicking its hooves on the tiles of the square, occasionally wagged its tail, driving away butterflies from its thighs, which tickled its skin with their small paws. on his back the stallion carried a rider who barely held onto the reins, trusting his four-legged friend. Savitar, the God of Fertility and Early Spring, who gives people good lands every year, bright flowers and spills branches of rivers where there was previously a drought.

next to him, but on a black horse, dressed in silver armor, with the same peaceful speed, rode a man, on whose belt a sword in a sheath was visible. God of War, as well as the First, Strongest Warrior in all battles, defending the honor and justice of the subjects of the kingdom. Vishvakarman.

moving along the crowded square, the gods examined the small tents of the fair, running children and dancing girls in a round dance.

-Savi.

Distracting the God of Fertility from his reverie, Vishvakarman nodded briefly towards a small stage where small children had gathered in brightly coloured tunics, dancing to the music of street musicians. Noticing this, Savitar smiled warmly, barely patting his horse on the mane, as if asking him to follow his companion's horse.