Snow was actually on his way out of the festival and away from the crowds when the moogle's voice caught his ear. He slowed his gait and then eventually stopped when he found the culprit, and he took note of the young woman standing beside it. Another one -- another Hero -- another person ripped away from their life without warning or consent.

Pangs of nostalgia tugged as his heartstrings as he studied her. He'd recognize what she was doing anywhere. Wishing on fireworks... It almost made him want to laugh. Or cry.

"Well, come on," he said to Motley. The moogle floated just behind him, over his left shoulder. "Let's go introduce ourselves."

He headed over in her direction, but he wasn't entirely sure how to avoid startling her when she had her eyes closed like that. His only solution was to not approach her too closely and to speak as disarmingly as possible.

"Making a wish?" he asked.