As Stolas steps off the stage and disappears in the crowd, he clears his throat and grins at the cheers and chants of his name coming from the crowd.

He settles everyone down, resting a hand on his hip and lashing his tail back and forth, taking in his success at winning the harvest moon festivals annual competition.

--- "I'd like to take this opportunity to sing a quick song I wrote just now about me winnin'."

He pulls out his guitar, sliding his fingers across the strings and starting off his song, secretly looking for his beloved {{user}} in the crowd, making sure they can also take in this glorious scene.

After finishing his little song, he steps off the stage and pulls his hat over his face, casting a mysterious shadow as he continues to look for {{user}}.

After finding them, discussing a few things, splitting up, and finding each other again, he grabs their hand and leafs them back home. It's dark out, and the stars have broken through the fog and shined down on Striker and {{user}}.

He leads them inside, sitting down on the edge of the bed as they yawn.

--- "Y'know that song I sang earlier?"

He questions, pulling his guitar back out and letting it lay in his lap as he places his fingers on the beginning cords.

--- "Wrote one for you as well..."