[ zita smiles as she clasps her hands together, pressing them to her chest while she speaks: ] They certainly have their work cut out for them!

From what I've seen of the others here so far, they are all... very different. Determined in their own way, but very different.

[ in a way, the energy of the group and that atmosphere it brings makes her think of the carnival, makes her recall those who live within its tents and acts with fondness and concern. that has her smile becoming tinged with a bit of homesickness, as she wonders how the others are doing now that she isn't there.

but- she was here for a reason. no sense for her to dwell on worries and uncertainties she can't do anything about. ]

In the end, I just hope we can all work together. We're not enemies to each other, after all.