Palasha raised an eyebrow and answers, "Is that so...? I appreciate your efforts and consideration," She does indeed seem to stare at Miss Light a little longer than normal, scrutinizing her carefully, before she turns her attention to the kenku. She asks the Kenku, "Why have you been sabotaging the carnival? I know it isn't just my songs you've been heckling,"

The Kenku answers, stringing various mimicked words to create the sentence, "Because...My patron...hasn't said anything! You...should know...what happened...to her!"

Palasha sighs and answers, "I'm afraid we don't. That is a matter you would have to take up with--"

"They already turned me away!" The Kenku responds quickly before Palasha could continue. "They turned me away. They won't say...anything!"

"I see..." Palasha answers after a moment of silence. She then states, "Then to make up for the trouble you caused, you'll have to help clean up around the carnival and perform back up. The other hands will make sure that you do not cause any trouble,"

She looks to Miss Light and Morgran and she speaks to them, "Thank you. Thank you very much!"

"Is that so...? I appreciate your efforts and consideration,"

"No problem at all." Miss Light said, noticing Palasha's scrutiny but deciding not to comment on it just yet.

Miss Light listened then as Palasha spoke to the Kenku. Apparently the Kenku had not simply been causing trouble just for Palasha, but for the rest of the Witchlight Carnival as well. And the reason the Kenku was doing this was because they hadn't been hearing anything from their patron and had been turned away by someone when approached for answers. Likely Mister Witch and Mister Light, if Miss Light had to guess.

'If that is the case, this Kenku must be a warlock like my father then. Possibly one that has been jilted by their patron if the silence they've been met with is anything to go by.' Miss Light thought to herself.


Miss Light gave a slight nod to Arkerym's words as she returned her focus to why she had come here. She watched as Palasha delivered her verdict and sent the Kenku off in the company of some other hands, before turning back to Miss Light and Morgran.

"Thank you. Thank you very much!" She thanked the two of them.

"Oh you really needn't lay the gratitude on so thickly. It was barely and inconvenience." Miss Light said modestly, still not entirely used to receiving genuine gratitude. "Now that this business has been settled though, could I convince you to return to the lake and finish your song?"

Palasha nods to Miss Light, and she answers her, "Of course. Let's head back then," The mermaid dives down into the river once more, and she swims back to Silversong Lake. Once back there, she proceeds to sing and finish her performance! The lights in the Carnival seem brighter as the mood is significantly brighter than before!



Once the performance is done, Miss Light realizes that it is now the end of the hour. Now the question is where does she wants to go next?

"Well that was certainly an eventful hour." Miss Light said as she came away from the performance in higher spirits than she arrived. Were she capable of it, she certainly would have been smiling at that point. But now that the hour had passed, Miss Light had to face the question of what to do next once more. Looking around, she soon spotted the dock for the gondola swans. And upon seeing one of the aforementioned swans depart from the dock, Miss Light knew she had to go there. Turning to Morgran, Miss Light pointed towards the dock with an excited glimmer in her normally inexpressive eyes. "What do you think of going there next?" She asked the dwarf.

Morgran was wide-eyed with awe during Palasha's performance. Whatever caution he had towards this entire event is practically destroyed by the mermaid's beautiful singing voice. He turns his attention to Miss Light when she asks about where to go next. He clearly sees the glimmer of excitement in Miss Light's eyes and he shrugs with an easy smile, "Ah don't see why not. Let's go," He accompanies Miss Light to the dock for the Gondola Swans.



Enormous swans glide through the water here, pulling ornate wooden gondolas draped in flowers. The swans disappear into banks of silver mist as they wend their way down the river. A jetty extends ahead, at the end of which a waiting swan preens its feathers.

As Miss Light and Morgran approach, the swan looks to them and bows their head. The swan speaks! "Welcome fairgoers. My name is Feathreen,"

Morgran stares wide-eyed and he mumbles, "The swan's talking..."

Feathreen opts to ignore Morgran as she continues, "If you would like to partake in a peaceful ride around the Witchlight Carnival, it will cost a ticket punch,"

"Ah don't see why not. Let's go,"

Miss Light was practically vibrating with excitement as she eagerly led the way to the jetty. When they arrived, she gazed in wonder at the swans departing into the mist, before becoming transfixed on the swan currently waiting at the jetty. While Ellywick's frog had been absolutely adorable, the giant swan that Miss Light was now faced with could only be described as the most beautiful creature that she had ever laid eyes on. There was talking going on around her, but Miss Light was too entranced by the bird's beauty to do anything more than half-listen to what was being said. And so, when the request for tickets came, Miss Light mindlessly pulled out all three of her tickets and offered them to Feathreen despite only needing to give her just the one for the purposes of getting it punched.

A witchlight hand standing nearby punches one of Miss Light's tickets, and punches Morgran's offered ticket accordingly. Once that was done, Feathreen nods and she directs the both of them, "Alright then. You may enter the gondola," Morgran enters gingerly first, before he offers a hand to help Miss Light in, should she choose to accept it.

Once the both of them are in, Feathreen informs them, "Now, let us begin!" She begins to pull the gondola and swim along the river. The ride is peaceful, and Miss Light is able to see the joyful going-ons in the Carnival, along with the twinkling stars above.

Feathreen speaks up and asks the pair, "What is joy?"

Miss Light absentmindedly accepted Morgran's hand with a reasonably distracted "Thank you kindly." and allowed the dwarf to help her into the gondola. All the while she remained transfixed by the sight of Feathreen, even as the ride started and the joyful going-ons in the Carnival and the twinkling stars above became only a head's turn away. The joy of the Witchlight Carnival and the stars in the sky held no appeal to Miss Light in that moment. All she had eyes for was the eternal beauty of the swan pulling them along.

Which was why when Feathreen asked "What is joy?", there was only one answer Miss Light could possibly give. And it was this answer that she gave immediately and without hesitation.

"Gazing upon you."

Morgran looks at Miss Light in concern while Feathreen seems completely unfazed. He asks Miss Light, "Miss Light? Are you alright?" He proceeds to wave a hand in front of Miss Light's face trying to see if she would react at all, or if she simply continues to stare at the swan ahead of them.

Feathreen simply answers as she continues swimming along the river and pulling the Gondola, "So you find joy in my presence or existence? I suppose that is one way of thinking; Finding joy in the company of others, even if they are just strangers," Her tone is simply thoughtful as she gives the answer. Regardless, the swan keeps swimming and pulling as she continues speaking and poses the next question,

"But...that answer does raise an issue. It can be easy to think something or someone is there, when they actually do not exist. So, how do I know that you exist? Or rather, how do you know that I exist?"

"Miss Light? Are you alright?" Morgran asked with concern.

"I have never felt better in all my life." Miss Light answered, giving no indication that she noticed the dwarf's hand when he waved it in front of her eyes. "All is right with the world."

"So you find joy in my presence or existence? I suppose that is one way of thinking; Finding joy in the company of others, even if they are just strangers," Feathreen said thoughtfully. "But...that answer does raise an issue. It can be easy to think something or someone is there, when they actually do not exist. So, how do I know that you exist? Or rather, how do you know that I exist?"

"I know you exist because something as beautiful as you couldn't possibly not exist." Was Miss Light's reply. "And you know I exist because you wouldn't have cast off from the jetty unless you were sure there were passengers on board your gondola."

The swan seems to ignore the compliment, other than a look back and with a raised eyebrow (...at least there's the feeling of a raised eyebrow from the swan), before she looks back to the river ahead of her. She answers Miss Light, "So you believe that your weight and the interaction of objects is evidence to your true existence. I suppose I can see the logic in that answer. But...how true would it be if mages have learned how to give their illusions weight and force..."

She continues swimming along the river, pulling the gondola behind her and she asks the next question, "Speaking of illusions, now I can't help but wonder...In worlds so full of magic, is time an illusion?"

"Speaking of illusions, now I can't help but wonder...In worlds so full of magic, is time an illusion?"

Miss Light took a moment to consider the question, then began to speak her reply. "I think it's only been two minutes since we left the jetty, but I feel like it's actually been two months." Miss Light said. "I think it only took me a few seconds to come up with this answer, but I feel like it's actually taken me a few days." She continued. "And I think I've only been at this carnival for nearly three hours, but I feel like I've actually been here for nearly a year." She concluded. "And with how there seems to be a lot more magic here than there seems to be elsewhere, maybe time is an illusion... Or maybe time is an illusion here, at the very least."

Feathreen nods accepting the answer, and she answers in turn, "Time is relative to experience. I see what you're saying. Time passes by faster when you're having fun, while it drags when you're bored. That is certainly true!"

She then chuckles and she comments, "So you are enjoying our conversation as much as I am. That is wonderful to hear!"

It's clear that Miss Light has impressed and brought joy to Feathreen. Now, Miss Light can ask questions about the Carnival if she wants to.

Upon seeing that she had impressed and brought joy to Feathreen, Miss Light's heart soared with delight. Were the half-elf capable of smiling, she would be beaming right now. Miss Light had made the beautiful swan happy. All was right with the world.


Miss Light started slightly at Arkerym's reminder. She had made plans to ask the carnival folk about Mister Light if the opportunity arose. And she had almost been to captivated by Feathreen's beauty to notice that once such opportunity had just presented itself. As she mentally sent her thanks to Arkerym, Miss Light turned to Feathreen and spoke to the swan. "Speaking of things that are wonderful, this carnival could certainly be described as wonderful as well." Miss Light said. "And from what I've heard about this carnival, one of the people in charge of it is called Mister Light. If you don't mind me asking, what's he like? I know this might be a strange question, but coincidentally enough, I happen to call myself Miss Light, work a similar profession to him, and I might also dress similarly to him from what I've heard. Thinking about all of that gets me somewhat worried that he might take issue with all of those similarities. Is he the sort of person who might be offended by someone who has unintentionally copied much of himself?"

One of Miss Light's biggest worries about finally meeting her father face to face had been that he'd dislike how Arkerym had given her many of his talents, mannerisms, and dress sense. She also worried that taking his surname as her own might be somewhat presumptuous in his eyes. And so any details on how he might react to that would help her. Be it to reassure her that he wouldn't make a fuss about it, or to let her prepare to face his disapproval as she had from almost every other member of her family before him.

Feathreen looks back towards Miss Light for a moment as she seems to contemplate over the questions as well as take in Miss Light's appearance. She answers, "I am not sure how he would react to someone who looks like him and takes his name. I suppose he'd be flattered,"

She looks back ahead and she continues, "Mister Light is a jolly soul compared to his partner, Mister Witch. Very creative and very bright! Both in demeanor and in intelligence. Mister Light and Mister Witch are like family to everyone here at the Carnival. I am certain you will get to see him perform during the Big Top Extravaganza during the Fourth Hour,"

She then asks out of curiosity, "Why do you ask?"

Hearing the positive things Feathreen had to say about Mister Light give Miss Light hope that things would go smoothly when she finally met her father. If her father treated his employees like family, then hopefully he'd react well to meeting his actual fami-.

"Why do you ask?" Feathreen's curious inquiry pulled Miss Light from her thoughts

"Oh I was just a little worried about accidentally offending one of my hosts here." Miss Light quickly snagged the most plausible cover she could think of for asking what she'd just asked. "I have heard that sort of thing is taken a lot more seriously in the Feywild than it is here on the Material Plane. So I figured it'd be a good idea to make sure that wasn't liable to happen."