Zavakri rises, silent in her observance of the ending of the festival once her hysteria has passed. She marches along like a gosling bent to the will of her matron goose, entering into the Hall of Illusion; a place of fuzzy memories and a strange forgetfulness. For some reason it made her think of Gnomes. She shudders upon entrance, the mirrors once again catching her eye and their myriad forms creating a sense of unease in her. Amusement to an extent, but general unease...

At last she finds herself before the mirror that reveals her true age. To others, she seems a young woman of adulthood and, while eccentric and strange, intelligence and social awareness. Standing before this mirror, her reflection reveals her to be but a child; the same child that haunts her nightmares and memories. Herself, those eight years ago when the Carnival was last here. She grew older, but she never grew up. She stares at her reflection, lost in the conversation and her memories- but she shakes herself and grimaces.

"If my sister isn't over there, Hag or No Hag.." She points a finger at the Misters. "You'll be dealing with me later."

She steps the mirror, the overarching conversation still lost to her whirling thoughts.

"Hither, Thither, Here and There; Wander Yonder, Show me Where!"