"I'll need the break," she admits, eyeing the ice sculptures in question with a wary eye. Still, any distraction is a good distraction, and she focuses on the question he poses to her. "I joined the Carnival, yes. Signed a contract and everything." Although she's coming to understand not everyone comes here willingly. And what a trip that must be, to suddenly find oneself almost enslaved to a place as strange as this.

"What about yourself?" For he doesn't seem to be as changed as most of the people she's come to consider being part of the Carnival are.