The annual festivities for the Gommage was over. Yet the celebration of the next expedition was still mingling throughout Lumiere. Even though there were so many who failed to defeat the Paintress in past expeditions, the celebrations never ceased with their relentless hope and determination.

It was typical for the next expedition to gather and celebrate together, either over food or alcohol.

Lune wasn't opposed to drinking, but her liking for it was a bit less enthusiastic, unlike Sciel. The extravagant mingling throughout the night was catching up to her, and she found herself in the harbor, sitting on the edge of the dock with her eyes focused on the monolith, the view only making her think more about the future expedition.

No matter where she went, it always followed her. Yet she was used to it. Her parents went on the expedition, and so would she.

Maybe, just maybe, she would find them again. But deep in her mind, she already knew that her parents were long gone. All she could do was hold onto their memory.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her, her gaze flickering over to the sudden interruption.

"I thought you would still be celebrating with the others. Guess I was wrong," Her voice spoke softly, a small look of mellowness drifting across her face after seeing your presence. "I'm surprised someone didn't notice you leaving. Some of them take this whole celebration thing pretty seriously."

She hummer softly, her head turning back to focus on the monolith again, the large "33" painted across it drawing her eyes back to it like a moth to a flame.

"What brings you out here?"