"What is Spring Festival?"
"I don't know... It's my first time hearing about it too."
"Maybe it's to celebrate defeating the tide."
"Could be."
The Frostspear clan's village.
Inside the chieftain's house.
The men sat cross-legged before the chieftain, discussing the upcoming celebration in turn and debating whether they should follow the blue coats' example by putting up red slips of paper and banners around the village.
They had heard that doing so could bring prosperity and good luck.
Though they did not understand the reasoning behind it, since it was the blue coats' experience, there had to be some basis for it.
After all, they were all so clever.
Chieftain Frostspear said nothing, but he was seriously considering his clansmen's suggestion.
Celebrations were a top priority for the tribe. A lively celebration often marked the beginning of a thriving population. His eldest son, Frostfurnace, had found a good match at the New Year celebration, and his second son, Froststone, had just come of age this year. It was time for him to start a family as well.
Half a year ago, they had migrated here to avoid the war in the north, losing far too many of their young and able-bodied people along the way. Now was the time to recuperate and rebuild.
However...
Holding a celebration cost quite a bit of money.
Unlike the Ironaxe tribe, which ran a textile mill, their neighbors had arrived early and happened to catch the recovery of the trade routes at the right time. They had earned quite a bit from textiles, and every household in their village had built a brick house.
By comparison, most of the homes on their side were made of mixed brick and wood.
Frostspear wanted to lead his clansmen to prosperity too, but wishing alone was