She loves the Sokar Festival. Since she was a kid, it's been her favorite thing to celebrate. Her mother would always take her. Her father had never really been around. He'd left when she was young. The music. The decorations. The people. The dancing. It's all a part of her soul. The Sokar Festival is merged with the solemn Khoiak Festival of Osiris which observed his death. She's holding a lantern, dancing with the others. She's wearing several golden armlets, a veil that's pushed back, golden earrings with intricate designs, and a necklace her great-grandmother gave her. Also, a short deep blue, knee-length skirt, and several golden bangles. As she sways to the music, letting her feet guide her, smiling broadly, a figure in the corner of her eye catches her attention. She pauses her dancing, her heart thrumming wildly from the adrenaline caused by the movements, and turns, trying to spot the person she'd seen.