Orenamis nods.

"My sister is like that," they offer. "She is frustrated when ... seeing a song like math. But I like the math. What other Tirra songs can you share?"

"Hmmmmmm..." Urk. Most of her favorites aren't actually from Tirra. Well, they do have string instuments that are mostly violin-like, and pianos, in big cities... She can try to stick to more acoustical things...

Wait wait wait. She has an easy excuse. Kitsune sounds don't have to be limited to what one can actually make with a real instrument. She can play snippets of all sorts of things. Rise Against, video game soundtracks, chillstep, weird J-Pop...

Oh, this one is distinctly Tirran: The Thunder Show! That one circus with a little mini-orchaestra and the lightning sorcerer who figured out a strange magnetic-warbling instrument that takes really impressive magical control.

Her tail wags as she remembers watching the show and projects it into the air: A woman dressed in flamboyant black and white, leaping and dancing across a metal stage and performing all sorts of tesla-coil and magnetic manipulation tricks, and then using her manipulation to play something shaped like a great church organ but with a distinctly more electronic sound. (The sorceress is singing and speaking Notal, in the show, the song is about the force of a storm and the joy of speed).

That rapidly draws everyone's attention away from the game. People crowd around to watch the performance. When it finishes, they all flutter their hands in silent applause.

"That is very neat!" Orenamis pronounces. "Can you just know and show all songs you hear like that?"

"Only if I liked it and was paying close attention! And I'm filling in some details. See the crowd? They're kind of all the same face."

They peer at the crowd.

"Your remembering must be so good," Orenamis observes.

Once the lightning performance has ended, she gets a number of requests to show another performance, although people are careful not to crowd her. Through their improving Notal, they make sure to be clear that this is a request, and they won't be upset if she refuses.

"Oh wait. It's not a show exactly but here."

Festival scene! It's a harvest festival back near home. There are roses EVERYWHERE. And food everywhere. The Baron is dancing on stage, badly, and everyone is laughing at him cheerfully. Two priestesses in clearly specially designed outfits are carrying large censers and wafting them at people. Dogs are barking. People are drunk. There's a large bonfire. A fiddle and drum band is doing a simple wordless fast tune.

Oh! That's totally recognizable as a holiday.

One of the members of the crowd gets out their phone to show pictures from the solstice festival, which was a little bit ago. There's a similar amount of people and food, although nobody seems particularly drunk, and there's no dogs in evidence.

"The next ... one of these ... is on the day when the day and night are the same length," they explain. "On 41054-05-24, in three ... uh. In three ... amounts of time?"

They shrug helplessly at the missing vocabulary.

"What are your holidays like? Is it just the food? This is a harvest festival, to celebrate being done bringing all the food in and being ready for winter."

"Oh! Yes, the old holidays, they have a harvest festival. In the today, people want to celebrate other things," they explain.

They draw a picture of a circle in the air, and start pointing at spots along it, starting at the bottom and moving by eighth-turns.

"The winter holiday is — the sun is coming back, the cold won't last forever. The half-way holiday is — quietly watching the snow. The spring holiday is — flowers are blooming, fresh vegetables are here again, the sun comes back faster now. The half-way holiday is — it starts to get warm, fall in love with people. The summer holiday is — things are so hot, stop work and go swimming. The half-way holiday is — our things are so much better than they used to be, people do good things and things get better. The fall holiday is — the harvest is coming in, there is lots of traditional food. The half-way holiday is — the sun is going and things are sad, people have left us, but it won't be forever, the sun will come back again. Then the winter holiday again."

    "Those are the most-places holidays," someone else interjects. "Cities have their own holidays. And the holidays have their foods, and dances."

"Isara would like that. The cycle, continuing, growing, better each year. I think I like the summer holiday. Though, I hate deep water. A river is better than the ocean."

"We have a river!" Orenamis volunteers. "The city name is for it. Central River City — A river goes in the middle of it city. It is cold for swim now; there is ice in it. But in the summer, it is nice to swim."

"There is also the ... a place for everyone to swim indoors, even when it's cold," the holiday-namer offers.

"Maybe, maybe."

Her tail wags slowly.

"I liked the computer game. I like - jokes and stories and puzzles and games."

Orenamis makes a gesture involving wiping a hand across their forehead.

"The people should have gotten you — has anyone talked about getting a computer you?" they ask. "One that it gets the games and books from the Network, and lets you talk to people?"

"Don't think so. I was kind of distracted though."

"You should have a computer," Orenamis insists. "I am not ... I am not a getting-things person, and I am not working, but when you want to, you should ask in the tent and they get a computer for you. Or maybe they already have one, and just haven't given it yet because everyone is distracted, yes."

"Hihihi. Distractions are usually fun. What do you all do for work?"

They go around the group listing occupations. Based on the location, it's probably not terribly surprising that Emergency Services personnel are over-represented.

In the circle, they have three guards, two sudden-infrastructure construction specialists, a contingency planner, two dispatchers, a linguist, and a computer specialist.

Her ears perk up as she gets an idea for a light joke. To mess with the linguist, she starts speaking Atsosi. The Northern Federation's longue, ideographically written. There would have been a few common phrases in it with phonetic translations to Notal in the adventurers handbook.

"Hello, I wonder if you understand this? I don't think you had much to learn from! Hihihi."

The linguist has slightly too much dignity to tear his hair out about that, but he does whine a little and scramble for his phone to jot down the phonetic transcription before he forgets it.

If she's going to tease him with unknown languages, though, he's not going to hold back his own questions about Notal grammar.

This starts a period of lively debate about the cross-linguistic prevalence of different grammatical structures (as is often the case when þereminians are confronted with new linguistic features), regardless of whether Weiss actually answers.

Eventually, however, the sun sets, and people start drifting away to bed down in the dormitories. Weiss is terribly interesting company, but there's a limit to how much people want to stay up and talk. One of the on-duty people pokes her head in to make sure Weiss knows that she's welcome to a bed in the dorm tent, the existing sleeping role in the storage building, or she can let them know if she needs something else.

Eventually, things will be down to just her and a handful of others as the city goes to bed around them. She might notice that the street lights — both on this street, and what she can see reflected off the clouds — are significantly more red-tinted then they would be on Earth, and perhaps slightly dimmer.

She'll definitely answer a reasonable, limited number of grammar questions.

...When people start going to rest, she finds someone and tells them that she's going to go home and fetch more kitsunes. She'll nap in the storage room and then go. They'll probably come out of the rift at the bank again some time tomorrow?

At around noon the next day, a kitsune dressed in grey robes calmly steps out of the rift and into sudden visibility. There's a wooden wand in one of her hands, and a scroll in the other.

She is followed by a kitsune dressed up rather more than either of the other two! She's wearing a dress, and jewelry, and carrying a folding paper fan, all rather fancy for Tirra's tech level.