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There's music playing and she laughs along, clapping her hands as spirits twist and dance sporadically. A celebration for what she doesn't know, but it could be anything --- spirits were funny like that. Festivals falling on nonsensical days for nonsensical things, she was sure to grow tired of traveling with them and their nonstop partying eventually, but for now they were a riot.

Now and then people got swept up into their jovial affairs. The ones who could see, could hear, could know. Sometimes they were left, nothing more than the state of sweet wine as a memory. Sometimes they never returned to wherever it was they came from. Sometimes --- sometimes they caught the attention of the nekomata hanging around and sometimes that nekomata might decide the other spirits couldn't have this one.