"I am." She straightened and reached up to drop the hood of her cloak from over her head, letting it fall against her shoulder blades. She nodded in some agreement. "It is unique. And see? No carnival music to be heard, here." It was her turn to sound playful; a slow sweeping motion of her hand and the tune that reverberated through the symphony grew crescendoed before settling back to its normal volume.
"How are you finding the cirque? I know that it can be a bit overwhelming, especially for those with heightened senses."