Felix has no particular mission in the city, beyond wandering and trying to make sense of where he's ended up. Wandering in this case meaning 'taking a walk and getting lost' more often than not. The trapping of the festival at least make for pleasant surroundings while he does so, though he has little in the way of coin to buy anything on offer.

As Christine pauses to feed some of the winged cats, a rather ordinary (by comparison) orange and white tabby dashes out into the group, scattering them to the wind.

"I'm sorry about her. I suspect she's stricken with envy," Felix says, from a few steps away, flashing an apologetic smile. Sibyl, flicking her tail, seems pleased with herself.