[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	"[color=007236]Kanoka...[/color]" he repeated the word, mulling it over for a moment in his mind, "[color=007236]We don't have them Bo-Congro-side.[/color]"
	There was another pause. Hura idly clicked the ends of his gathering staff together, keeping his hand from becoming stiff.
	"[color=007236]Where do you get them Ko-Matoran Kumanu?[/color]" inquired the Bo-Matoran, referring still to the Kanoka disks.
	It was then that he noticed, in particular detail, the item which Kumanu held. It seemed to be a large forked device with a pivoting handle, but for the life of him, Hura couldn't seem to remember seeing one before. Had it something to do with the Kanoka? Before he could ask, however, Kumanu again questioned his safety.
	[color=007236]I'm out here same as you,[/color] he replied, raising his gathering staff slightly, "[color=007236]I know my way here-and-back. Might not make it back to the city's inside before darkness for you though,[/color]" he offered, as the sun had already gone low enough to cast gloomy shadows in the distance of the Green.

[Center][h3][sup]De-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	Vhis's grey fist clenched tightly. Although she had had some time in the silence to herself, her ire was still raised.
	"[color=4e4e4e]Bothersome noisy Ta-Matoran... bothersome noisy festival...[/color]" she murmured under her breath, "[color=4e4e4e]Well, I'll be at the festival. But I'll go for my [i]own[/i] reasons, not theirs,[/color]" and it seemed in that moment, she calmed, a breath slipping from her before she spoke again, though she seemed something akin to relieved, "[color=4e4e4e]And then... it won't matter.[/color]"