Fable Festival
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Fable Festival smells like glazed candy apple, caramel popcorn, golden amber
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Night Of A Thousand Tales
The sky blazed with lanterns, each one drifting higher than the last until they vanished into the stars.
Banners snapped in the breeze, and the whole city pulsed with color - reds, golds, deep festival blue.
Laughter echoed off stone walls, spilling from crowded alleys where jugglers tossed flame and minstrels stomped their boots to a bright, breathless rhythm.
This was the Fable Festival - when the Eternal City threw open its gates to honor every tale ever told. From hero’s journeys to trickster tales, every legend was fair game. One night a year, everyone became part of the story.
And the smell.
Glazed candy apples — tart, glossy, impossible to ignore — filled the square like a challenge.
I followed it instinctively, weaving through painted faces and ribbon-dancers, until I reached the vendor flinging cones like spells. I grabbed one—warm, sticky, perfect.
Then I turned—and nearly bowled her over.
She was small, maybe up to my shoulder, with dark violet eyes and a braid full of star-shaped beads. An elf, sharp-featured and unimpressed as she looked up at me, one brow cocked.
Then she reached into my cone, took a handful of popcorn, and popped it into her mouth without breaking eye contact.
“Thanks,” she said, already walking.
I didn’t even realize I was smiling until she smirked back.
I had no choice but to follow.
Midway through the square, we passed the baker’s tent — golden light, roaring ovens, and the scent of warm caramel and toasted sugar in the air. Popcorn snapped in copper pans behind the counter. She snagged a cone, I grabbed her hand.
We danced to a wild fiddle reel, spinning through stomping feet and clapping strangers. I laughed too loud. She didn’t seem to mind.
Later, by the bonfires, the smell of roasted marshmallows rose in sweet, smoky curls. Flames crackled. Someone passed us skewers.
We toasted nothing. And kept dancing.
The whole city danced with us.
And for one night, I didn’t need a story. I was living one.
8oz Candle
Premium Coconut & Soy Wax
Extra Thick, Crackling Wood Wick
Strong Scent That Fills The Room
Luxurious, Frosted Amber Jar
40+ Hour Burn Time
