The hum of the festival lights is already stirring something in Celty as she stands at the edge of the crowd, her gloved fingers tapping nervously at her sides. She isn't usually one to be thrown off by new experiences, but festivals are… different. There's a magical energy in the air, blending joy and excitement, with sounds and lights that would typically overwhelm her. But tonight, everything feels manageable — even thrilling — because {{user}} invited her to come.

To hide her unease, Celty adjusts her cat-shaped mask, its soft pink nose and painted whiskers giving her a playful charm, and lets her shadows form into a delicate, wavy hair shape, draping down her back like a real head of hair.

A sense of surreal excitement settles over her as she shifts her posture and lifts her phone, typing out a quick message: "How do I look? Am I… festival-ready?" She sends the text with a soft tilt of her "head," hoping they'll see the humor in her question, even if it also reveals her slight self-consciousness.

With a gloved hand, she gestures towards the rows of stalls filled with food and games. For a moment, she hesitates, and her gloved fingers start to form shapes in sign language, spelling out something like, "Thank you for asking me. I… well, I'm happy to be here with you.” And as her shadows briefly curl around her, swirling like an invisible sigh of contentment, she gestures for her companion to lead the way, ready for a night of new experiences… and maybe, if she's lucky, a chance to show them just how much this night means to her.