Suavo moved cheerily through the burgeoning festival site. Swirling lights of many colours popped up all over as more and more carnival magic came together, and the bright little matoran moved as if he were one of them. He called out loud greetings and friendly jibes to many others as they passed by, leaping like a spark of flame between each new encounter before spinning off towards the next.

When Rauta stopped to buy some Dikapi, Suavo picked up a bottle of deep green bula juice as tall as his kanohi and flourished it about as he continued on towards his own tent.Pushing back the flap, he flopped down onto the bright green camp cot inside, leaving the chairs opposite for the other matoran.

"So, my friend" he began, "what brings you to my humble tent on this wonderful night?"



The Bo-matoran wasn't taking his reassurances to heart, and even though there was truly little danger, the fear still remained. It seemed that there was nothing else for it. He couldn't let the Bo-matoran goo home alone and in the dark.

"I can" Kumanu told him. "Though I could go with you if you want"

"So, my friend" he began, "what brings you to my humble tent on this wonderful night?"

"You invited me and Aiko to have a conversation in this not-really-humble-at-all tent of your's on this fine night. I think that's something that could bring me here" He spoke, betraying only a little annoyance in his voice as he replied to what he thought was an obnoxious having just been told why. Just like an after thought he added "and for that matter, where did she go? wasn't she coming along also?". He glanced at the way they came from before focusing his attention on back Suavo finishing his fried dikapi leg.

Hura raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. With a marked hesitation, he stepped forth, regripping his staff. Whether or not the Ko-Matoran would come with him, he had to go and collect the fruit either way.
"Just don't disturb the Green," he remarked offhandedly, "It remembers."

"So any good finds today?" a Su-Matoran asked Tyro as he returned from a scrap pile that had yielded nothing of interest. However hearing the voice gave him a smile as he saw who it was.

"Danu! It's always a pleasure to see you friend," Tyro said as he let go of his friend ",Unfortunately not today but the stuff I found will at least pay a little bit of widgets. There's always tomorrow." The two made their way through the streets of Su-Congro past houses of varying design. Being considered the dumping area of the city, a Su-Matoran used what they could to build with.

"Any plans to head to the festival in Fe-Congro?" Tyro's friend Danu asked ",Or are you going to just stay here forever?"

"I'll go to the festival if you get the gall to finally ask Vena on a date," Tyro laughed. The idea of going to Fe-Kongro had crossed his mind however but he was somewhat filed with trepidation. He had never left the bounds of Su-Congro before and wasn't entirely sure if he was ready. Danu had been going out for awhile now, every so often to just see what it was like and he tried to drag Tyro along with him but Tyro usually wiggled his way out with excuses that weren't entirely lies. He had work to do, he wanted to find something good amongst the piles of junk that were tossed aside into Su-Congro, perhaps something he could find a purpose for that someone had not seen yet.

"I value life," Danu replied back with a chuckle ",Come now Tyro, there is no way I'm going to let you get out of this, I'll drag you myself to the festival if I must, all this work is unhealthy for you. Have some fun once in awhile."