[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro. Late Afternoon. Same Day.[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	The setting sun filtered through the leaves as a single Matoran made a trek through the Green. He was nearing Le-Congro, that much he could tell, because the air was getting warmer, wetter, heavier. To be honest, he preferred the more brisk mountain air near his home to the humid, thicker air around Ga-Congro and Le-Congro. His crystal blue eyes shifted about, casting their faint light towards the trunks and low hanging branches. He was after one specific tree in particular. Unfortunately, he had to pass very close to a Brakas bed to get there. There was something unnerving about the Brakas. Maybe it was the way they moved, or how they almost looked like a Matoran, but not quite. Perhaps it was the stories he heard, how they had terrible tempers and could fall into fierce howling fits. Whatever the reason, Hura felt a chill amongst his armor, despite the muggy air near the undergrowth.

[Center][h3][sup]De-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	"And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival."
	The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench.
	"[color=4e4e4e]Must you speak so much?[/color]" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "[color=4e4e4e]What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?[/color]"
	The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away.
	"[color=4e4e4e]This is a sacred place,[/color]" Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor.
	"You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna.

	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]"

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[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	The green bodied Matoran flinched, however slightly, as if the question from the Ko-Matoran had been somehow unwelcome. In truth, he was startled, not expecting such a thought to be brought his way so suddenly.
	"[color=007236]Well, I live here,[/color]" he pointed out, taking a moment as his thoughts shifted before continuing, "[color=007236]And, well, I don't see why it would have any reason to.[/color]"
	After that moment he remained silent, intent on finding the Vuata Maka before much longer.