[ Perhaps the most awe inspiring view of the festival was that of the dancing mechanical lions; a view which was only made more spectactular by the flash of fireworks; colors bursting through the sky and reflecting on their moving bodies. Since she'd first seen them, she'd returned every night to watch. At a distance, the sounds die out a little and the excitement becomes a more relaxing display. ]

It's strange... all this celebrating makes it feel like we've already won. There's no sign of what these people's lives are really like, or the hardships they might have faced. I can't get a real feel for the danger at all.

[ That is... both nice and also concerning. She doesn't know what to make of it. Should they be this confidant? They had no real idea what they were dealing with here. But the positive side was, of course, that they had this reason to celebrate-- time to be at ease. ]