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They flocked to her, children with their tiny hands, being careful to grab the item without being pricked by her nails. She frowned and made a mental note to clip them once she had made her quota for the night. For now however, she had customers and the amazement in their eyes made her smile and regret not having made more. Lo-muna should have learned by now that her wares were popular but she knew that the less she sold, the better it was for her. Not only price wise, but detection wise as well.

The children would light up the tips of the petals, eyes widening as the wheel began to spin. Bright colors shooed off the darkness and spun a circle before them, the children clutching the stick that held the wheel and petals with a tight grip, as though afraid their amusement would fly away. In the middle of the circle were vague designs that worked only with a child's imagination. Lo-muna herself could not make out the fantastical things they saw, but then again she had already begun walking away.

She loved it all, the sounds, the people, the bright lights that could be seen from miles away. The movement was her favorite part of festivals. The jostle and bustle of the crowd who were just as impatient as she was to be on the move, only pausing once something had caught their eye. Lo-muna herself was attracted by the variety of wares the vendors offered and nearly stopped at every stall on her way to inquire about the items. Many of them seemed impatient and she didn't stay long with them, knowing they had customers and had no time to deal with a person not interested in handing over coins. A few indulged her inquiries but she didn't stay long with them either. Their interest turned to her and Lo-muna had no intention of getting in trouble tonight.

Merging back into the crowd, Lo-muna patted her bag and kept it close to her body. She could see where the darkness began, eventually leading to the gates, but had no intention of leaving the warmth behind. The business part of her night was over and now she would run the length of the festival again, recalling what stalls she had planned to return to. People passed her and crowded her but Lo-muna didn't mind. The flow of the crowd was soothing and it wasn't like most people were paying her any mind. In fact, she observed others as she walked with them and couldn't help but smile or laugh at how others interacted. She was particularly interested in those she perceived as siblings who fought or comforted each other when they had lost their chance at a prize. Maybe a coin would slip from her bag as she passed by but she didn't linger to see where it had gone. A beast-man like her only had so much liberty on a night like this.

Of course, she wasn't such a rare sight as what made Lo-muna pause before apologizing profusely to the female who ran into her. The scathing look she received made her smile nervously before weaving herself back into the tapestry of races who walked the grounds of the festival. A tall, massive figure had caught Lo-muna's attention. Poyo was a nice place but it didn't exactly welcome such strange sights as the mixed breed she had seen. Questions were already racing through her mind as to the origin and reaction to the figure and her contemplation had nearly taken her past the first stall on her list. The transaction took longer than needed, the vendor giving her some trouble. Lo-muna was able to smooth things over and thanked the vendor even as he waved his hand in dismissal.

There were still plenty of coins in her bag but she was far too interested in the figure of before to continue buying. Not even bartering appealed to her seeing as the only thing the others could offer her were the very same things the festival offered. She had enough trinkets from the children who had no money for her items. The problem was the figure had already gone, swallowed up by the crowds, leaving Lo-muna with even more burning questions.

"Time to call it a night," she reluctantly admitted, her enthusiasm somewhat diminished by the thought. Still, she began to make her way out of the festival and towards the town.