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Festivals of Ta-Koro were always a spectacle, even with the volcanic area there would always be a large bonfire in the center clearing of the village that burned into the wee hours of the night while Ta-Matoran danced happily.
It was the second of these festivals Tahu had witnessed and just like the first that celebrated Makuta’s defeat he loved it so much.
Tahu spun around in circles with Takua and Jaller, the Chronicler had his arm hooked with Tahu’s left while Jaller had his hooked-on Tahu’s right as the three spun in circles of a dance as they laughed happily while the Ikir fluttered around above them dancing in its flight to dance with the Ta-Matoran and Fire Toa.
Yes, the times of peace were strange to Tahu but he savored each moment especially after the Borahk incident in case there was ever a day he sadly lost one of his Matoran. And that as well gave him the strength and determination to keep fighting and pushing through in times of peril to prevent the loss of any of them.
“Turaga! Join in!” Tahu laughed out. Vakama chuckled quietly from where he stood on the sidelines, “This body of mine hasn’t danced in ages.” He spoke. “Yeah, but Jaller can’t dance at that doesn’t stop him!” Takua said letting go of Tahu’s arm as he spoke.
“HEY!” Jaller yelled as he did and hit Takua upside the back of his head making Tahu wheeze and Vakama laugh quietly.
Oh, how he loves his tribe.