The night before the Lantern Festival
Once a year, the people of Lantern Valley float paper lanterns on the lake to thank the old things that served them. Ten years ago they stopped. The mana gathered in the spring by the hilltop chapel, and this autumn it spilled over.
Now thousands of old things are waking at once. Jugs run away from kitchens, mine carts roll out of the crystal mine and old brooms make mischief in town. These wakelings aren’t bad, just overflowing: release their extra mana and they settle down. Night after night they come down the roads, and the heroines meet them at the town gate.