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Orion stared intently down at the circle of lightbulbs on the machine before him. They'd light up in turn and he'd have to press a button to stop them when the lightbulb between a pair of arches was lit up. He'd tried three times already and lost each one getting only boring little stuffed snakes that he'd have to trade in if he wanted a better prize. The herald was stubborn though and wasn't ready to give up yet, he'd managed the balloon darts after a few failures and the fish a plastic ducky out of the pond game so surely this too must be winnable!

"Stop getting faster and slower" he grumbled, it was hard to know when to push then the speed of the lights making thier way around the circuit changed. Even worse when they changed direction.

Orion didn't have any ability to receive telepathic messages that he knew off but he did have peripheral vision. Perhaps it was luck or perhaps it was fate but something to his barely visible left shifted a little and the herald brought his hand down swiftly in reaction successfully capturing the light while it was between the arches.

"Uh congrats kid you can pick whatever you want from the top." A somewhat startled guy in his mid 30's gestured to the stuffed animals, nearly the same size as the toddler, that hung in a net above them.

Orion glanced upwards and stared with wide blue eyes at the treasures now available to him. " that one" He pointed after a minute, at a large tye dyed lizard thing. While he waited for the man to get his prize down Orion turned to see who or what had caused him to flinch and win.

Bastion just sort of stared on in shock, he was excited for his son yes but really a nearly 3 foot long tye- dyed chameleon! He couldn't begin to fathom why the boy had chosen that prize out of all the available and slightly less odd looking ones.

The small blond grinned back at the woman's compliment " Thank you, the game is really hard." He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to win every time without a lot more practice and he didn't want to spend all his money on the same game. At the mention of them, Orion flicked his wings a little "they're special wings," he confided.

Bastion, now holding the ungodly looking lizard plushy watched the conversation between his son and the stranger carefully. The woman certainly didn't seem threatening but then again sometimes those types didn't. Mostly the man was just amused and yet also annoyed by the fact that Orion still hadn't grown out of his willingness to talk to and befriend anyone he met. He didn't want a paranoid basketcase of a child but on the other hand at least a little self preservation from the toddler wasn't too much to ask was it?

Street fairs weren't his thing. They just... weren't. They were loud and full of kids running around without a care as their parents are dragged along for the ride. At least... that's what he felt. Kemuri was a grown adult and he was still pulled along with Lily, his guardian, for the ride. She was almost an adult herself and she still pulls herself in these situations where she acts like a child; not a care in the world.

Now here he was, standing in at the side of a street while waiting for Lily to get off a ride. He didn't want to partake in the rides. The closest thing he got to one of these parks was the abandoned one many moons ago. He really wished someone he knew was here. Guin... Shay... even Lind would be good!

Chris smiled when her offer was accepted and nodded a little in additional greeting. Then she shook her head at the mans question,
"No, not me, but a-"
she paused a moment trying to determine the appropriate way to describe Cassie, employ didn't cut it anymore, and well friend didn't seem enough either,
"A very dear friend of mine took in a little girl a while back. Though Cassie and Fiona are like mother and daughter in a lot of ways. Fiona wondered off to return some juggling balls, and should be back soon if you would like to meet them."
She looked to Orion again and smiled at the young boy.
"Fiona is sweet, I think you'll like her."

Grazie curtsied out of respect, smiling. That compliment actually made her feel a little better. She was not offended in the slightest -- possibly due to her "life is life" attitude. Not surprising.

"Gretchan Dinkley." she said while extending her arm. "Do call me Grazie though . . . its much better than my real name."

Her verdant eyes rolled a little to her own comment. She had always hated being called Gretchan, especially due to Sheldon's idiotic way of called her "Gretchan-chan." She shrugged it off though for her new acquaintance. She needed a new friend.

with much unfortune, no one he knew seemed to be present. With his guardian now disappearing under the heads and bodies of fair goers, he has a choice to either follow or wander off himself. He decided on the second choice and began to wander off. he had enough money to buy food and perhaps try a few attractions. He began walking about the fair with his wings folded. He was indifferent to the lights and sounds around him.

He turned his eyes to the rides. Maybe he should go on them, but he figured that it was boring alone. Aimlessly, he wandered around, trying to find either a familiar face or at least a new friend.

"They sound nice," Orion was a bit awed by the description of the other herald's wings. He wondered if they were shiny like a helmet or fuzzy like a tiger. His wings were still feathers but they were thin like paper, thinner than most feathers his father said. "Can she fly?" maybe he just needed wings that were a bit bigger and then he too could travel in the air.

Hmm it seemed people really did sacrifice all manner of things Bastion mused. He couldn't imagine trying to get one of those half dead angels home on a motorcycle though, that had to have been hell.