She tilts her head from one side to the other. "Unusual origins..." Her occult sensibilities are piqued; she could spend all day asking exactly when his flowers bloomed and divining his entire tree of descendants as a result. Mieru sits down on a nearby bench and smooths out her skirt to make the seat comfortable. "Mieru has time."

Time to see the sights of the carnival. She might as well explain it. "Mieru isn't a lancer, so Mieru wasn't going anywhere with the lancers anyway. And after so many duelists were..." Her lips come together in a thin line. Mieru doesn't have words for what horrible things happened; didn't foresee it in more specific terms than "the tower", slept through so much of it, should have done more. But that's in the past; her interests are as always in the future. "Destiny drew us in this direction instead of staying there."