Tempest had just gotten to Snowburg- after flying across the sea, he was a bit shaken and his head hurt quite a bit. Of course, it wasn't like he wasn't used to the calming aura of the sea, but flying over it for a few hours had him quite nonchalant. He took a minute to clear his mind- closing his eyes and placing the tip of his tail on his temple. After clearing the blank pit his mind had become after his boring flight session, he looked around. Beautiful decorations lined the stone walls, and the cobblestone path was coated with a thin layer of snow. Lanterns that were hung around gave it an almost home-like feel, despite the fact that Tempest never lived anywhere close to Snowburg at any point in time. Was it always this way, so petite and familiar? Probably so, but it clearly was dolled up for the event.
Tempest took his time looking around- he was a night owl naturally, his species working in accordance with the moon. He knew where he would be staying, a 'Crestfall Inn and Tavern', from what he had seen while booking. However, a bit of a look around wouldn't hurt. He floated around, luggage in tote via his tail, looking around. Only a few seemed to dwell this late at night, he had seen a Sylveon and Espeon from what it looked like, but they had already left, so he didn't really pay that much attention. A few buildings caught his eye, all of them, in generally, very rustic and simple, nothing like you would see anywhere else. "Stunning." He found himself muttering, stopping to adjust his scarf. Folding it around his neck and allowing a single piece to dangle kept him warm enough in the cold of night. He then re-adjusted his grip on his luggage, before heading off in another direction. Tempest noted a few decorations he hadn't before- the shrubbery had bells strung on them with what seemed to be pink and red string, Tempest expected no less of a Valentine's centered festival. A large row of empty stands lined one of the streets, which would clearly be where people from Snowburg would sell event-related items. After he felt like he satisfied his need for a look, Tempest decided to head to the hotel where he would be staying.
The Crestfall Inn and Tavern looked rather nice, or at least that's what pictures from the travel booking agency and the up-front look told him. He lightly shook his head, opening the door and politely stopping with his things. He was a bit big for the inn- nothing he couldn't handle, of course. Being a 12, almost 13 foot serpentine, he had becoming used to tight fits. The room he entered was lit up with a pinkish yellow, artificial light, which gave beautiful contrast to the purple, pink, orange, and red decorations that were strewn about. It reminded him of a sunset, in reality. He moved to the counter, in which sat a almost sleep-deprived looking, Kabuki-Trimmed Furfrou. "How may I help you, sir?" The Furfrou spoke, in a shaky and toned voice that matched her first appearance.
"Hi. I know it must be a rough night, sorry about barging in so late." He began, lightly chuckling at himself. The Furfrou pushed up the glasses on her face, laughing lightly in response. "It's no problem- it's always busy when it comes time for the Festival. Thanks for the concern, though." The Furfrou smiled, typing lightly on a laptop. "Name, if I may?" The Dragonair then straightened himself, clearing his voice. "Tempest. I made my booking in advance." The Furfrou nodded, typing some more, before turning.
"Got it. Your room 113. You're lucky you don't have to do a long trip up the stairs." The Furfrou ran a paw under her ear, lifting it before turning to a drawer. "Here's your key. Have a good time here, m'dude." The Furfrou said, oddly monotone-like for a positive phrase. She had pawed the key out of the drawer, extending that paw so that Tempest could take it. "You enjoy your time too." Tempest said, taking the key and lightly waving to the Furfrou before tugging his luggage upstairs.
