Music fishers landing, the hippogriff festival

heres what i remember. yona came in the next morning to check in on me, reminding me that the festival was today. at first i told her no. like, shit, i couldnt see anyone in my condition. thats what i was thinking. but she insisted. and she was like bring your seashell collection too, and how the festival is all about embracing yourself and the little things that make you you. but i kept saying no, no, no. but theres this thing about yona, shes yakier than the rest of the yaks. what does that mean i think it means like she loves me. she loves me so unconditionally and i dont really understand sometimes. it feels like i just came to yakyakistan a few days ago, but ive known her for a year now. am i really worth all that and i felt it all of a sudden. so i said yeah ok. ill go. it was the first time i had been outside my cabin in days. i felt like i couldnt see anyone. everyone was always looking at me i think. i dont know. but it took forever to get to the festival. there are tw