[h2][color=9d00f7]S[color=e1ac3d]u[/color]a[color=e1ac3d]v[/color]o[/color][/h2]

[color=9d00f7]As the bike's hum grew louder, Suavo gripped tightly to his seat and felt the sudden kick of speed. It was exhilarating, but even so he could feel that the machine still had more to give once Velhni truly opened up the throttle.[/color]

“Y’know, I don't think I ever caught your name. I'm Velhni by the way, mechanic and racer extraordinaire.”

[color=e1ac3d]"Suavo," [color=9d00f7]he called back over the rush of air.[/color]"Travelling entertainer and carnival performer extraordinaire."[/color]

[color=9d00f7]Velhni seemed to know where she was going, so in almost no time they had found their way back to the festival grounds. Since Suavo had left, tall floodlights had been erected over much of the park, so the place was filled with light even though the sun had long since disappeared. They soon approached a group of matoran hauling another array of lamps up to the top of a poll, and pulling spaghetti-tangles of wires out from a crate to hook them up the the festival's electrical grid. They didn't seem to be having much success.

[color=e1ac3d]"So, that's your gig there, right?"[/color] Suavo asked, pointing out the group.[/color]

[h2][color=6ecff6]Kumanu[/color][/h2]

Kumanu watch as the glowing fruit was carefully picked and then stowed away, and then Hura came back down the tree. He lent a stabalising hand as the Bo-matoran descended the final section, and then that was everything done and dusted.

[color=6ecff6]"Nice job"[/color] he commented. [color=6ecff6]"Shall we head home now?"[/color]