At first, Ara had wanted to stay behind and observe Father Zantus and his Acolytes as they prepared for today's celebration. Unfortunately, though, he had come to realize that he would have been more under-foot and irritating than anything else in that situation, and that seemed a poor way to repay the patience and hospitality they had shown him (and his studies) up to this point.<br/><br/>So, he had come out to walk the grounds. Which was just as well, because he was able to fill up a page and a half of notes just on the atmosphere alone. He noted, for instance, the difference between his own vestments and those of his fellow pilgrim- where the follower of Sarenrae was bedecked in shining armor and holy symbols, Ara's clothing was a silken blend of blacks, whites, and greys that might belong a dancer or bard. His own armor was carefully crafted to not be visible through the garb. And as to holy symbols... he had been taught early that Sivanah was not one to broadcast her presence. A simple bracelet, woven together from seven different colored veils, was enough of a symbol of his worship.<br/><br/>As the young elf blows a lock of hair out of his eyes, he wonders what he should do first. He's spent so much time buried in books lately, that the carnival atmosphere is almost sensory overload. Then, out of his peripheral vision, he sees a small form sitting with her back to a wall. Curious, he approaches her, squatting down so his voice can be heard over the sounds of the festivities.<br/><br/>“Good day! Pardon my intrusion, but how come you're all the way over here, when the party is all the way over there?” Even as he smiles, he prepares himself to move just in case she does not want the company.<br/>