The Turaga very soon was off, making his rounds as did his colleagues every year during the Red Star Festival. The Ce-Matoran, who had been talking off Hura's audio ports, only noticed this in passing, but she didn't worry. She could always meet him at the temple tomorrow.
	In the midst of the sea of phrases and unanswerable string of questions, the Bo-Matoran heard a familiar voice. Tilting his head, he saw a very familiar mask and Kanoka sling on a Ko-Matoran who had been for a moment behind him, but the conversation with the Ce-Matoran had turned, leaving them the other way around.
	"[color=007236]Kumanu?[/color]" he called out, peaking between the shoulders of a flamboyant Ba-Matoran and a rather interested Vo-Matoran- this surely looked like the friendly, if somewhat ominous, Ko-Matoran whom he had met only a few days ago, "[color=007236]Oh, this is-[/color]" he began, but as he turned, the Ce-Matoran was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with the group of others that had gathered as the crowd thinned slightly between shows- the various Matoran meandering towards vendors' shops or to the temporary food stalls.
	Hura was left looking about rather puzzledly, before he caught wind of their conversation.
	"[color=007236]What are three as the Virtues?[/color]" queried the Matoran of the Green.