The festival wasn't quite empty, not just yet. There were still festival goers and booth owners dotted here and there along the landscape, most all of them far and on their way home after a long and eventful night. The only real sounds were the occasional clack of a booth being taken down, the sounds of shoes shuffling along the ground into the distance, and the trilling pitch of the cicadas. Nearby down the path, a girl dressed in a black yukata with pink and blue star bursts walked along by her lonesome, geta held in her hand to relieve her aching feet. Her long black hair was for the most part pulled back in a ponytail and held up with a ribbon, though as the night had gone on several strands had fallen back around her face. Her expression was etched with exhaustion considering the hour, but she looked pretty happy all things considered. However, as she continued to walk down the road, her head bobbed back and forth, as if she was looking for someone. When her eyes end up on Alcor, her expression shifts to one of momentary surprise before relaxing, and she lifts a hand in greeting towards him with a small smile.

"Pardon me?"