Kire raised a brow at him, wondering why he looked at her that way, then turned elsewhere, pondering his question. "It's hard to say. There seems to be just as many as there are differences. Yes, only one sun, one moon. Different gods though, depending on what country or island. I'm used to the sun being referred to as the male aspect. Language-wise, we have our own native tongue, and this one that I'm speaking with is one of many that had been brought to us. This one that I speak, we use our own alphabet. I can't read that, for example." She pointed at a nearby sign that looked similar enough to the ones she had seen last time. "I assume if you read that out loud, it would still be the common tongue. Hmm. Seasons. We have four, but other parts, depending on how far from my country, have only two. Our winters aren't so bad, but my family right now is living far North, in the mountains, where it gets really cold."

She paused, getting out of the way of a crowd of giggling women. "We have royalty. Fiefdoms. Lords and ladies who would answer to one crown. At least normally. Things are rather, ah, complicated on that front at the moment." If she had the humor for it, Kire would have laughed at her gross oversimplification of their exile. She gestured around them. "Not this exact festival, but we would have similar ones. Don't particularly like all the shallow courtship stuff, however." She made a face.