There were more people present than Mimi had seen in her whole life. They bustled in buildings and alleys and streets, and she was perhaps as excited as she had ever been. Who were they? Why were they here? This was the section of the forest she was the least familiar with, much to her shame -and seeing how many wonderful people were present, disappointment as well. She might have wanted to meet each and every last one of them, get their names and hopes, hear their stories. The little area contained endless entertainment.

The high tops of the trees gave her a vantage point on it all, but she was perched atop no branch. Instead, she sat upon a tiny platform of lanterns, all twinkling even in the remaining light of the sun. But soon that would be gone, and they would gleam with their full potential, which she found just lovely. 

But from where she was she could do little, which was not going to work. So, with a passing thought the lanterns began to descend, uneven and splitting to balance her as she stood upright. Was she presentable? Most of the people were wearing more armor than she was, but then she only had the plated robes to work with. Her hair was unbound, but that was how it always was, and she wasn't willing to part with such a traditional look. Once a passing huntswoman she had encountered had noted it as "cute", and that had more or less cemented her decision. Mimi kept the Match slung over her back, for though the thing was fairly harmless she did not want to off-put any potential friends.

She wasn't halfway down when the peace was broken, however. A beast, larger than what she was use to seeing int he forest nights, barged in from the treeline and started for the small gathering of people nearest to it. By the light, what was it? Why was it so angry? Was it not too bright out still for it to have revealed itself? To many questions, too little time for answers. The lanterns swooped down, carrying Mimi with them, and she circled low above the fight, scanning around to see if any of the people were in immediate danger. Her fingers twitched, a few of the lanterns separated from the pack beneath her as if to prepare to shield the combatants from the bear. 

Still, she couldn't help but hope they would not kill it. Poor thing.