it takes you a few minutes, but you get back through the underbrush and start following the path for a bit. You hear drums in the distance and wonder if there is a festival in this town. You have vague memories that it's about that time of year when there are a lot of festivals. You get to the city area and find that, indeed, they are celebrating a Wind Festival, banners, pinwheels, and magikarp kites soar all around. A harried man is running around saying "Has anyone seen the Jumpluff Acrobats?!", a few people are milling around, but one thing that strikes you as interesting is that this must be one of those festivals where you wear masks. Many people have them, either wearing them correctly, or on the side of their head like some sort of crazy person that doesn't know where their face is.
The pidgey looks at you meaningfully, as if it is conveying an emotion of completion.