It started out as a regular day, with Mythen sitting on the window, book in hand, and Nailen still sound asleep in the house. The petite male sighed, rather bored with his current dealt hand. When Nailen slept, it was common for Mythen to just sit here with a book, and do nothing for a while, at least, until his guardian woke up. The mixed breed elf could sleep FOREVER if Mythen let him. Then...A wicked thought crossed Mythen's mind. Let's wake up the guardian! Hurrying into the kitchen, the little one pulled a box of sugary cereal out of a large cabinet, pouring himself a bowl, before running into Nai's room.

With the passage of time came the screaming, yelling, and laughter that usually heralded Mythen doing the stupid thing of waking Nailen up. Hey, it was their family game. Getting up, eating, and then going out. Currently, Mythen had the older by the hand, and was dragging him down the sidewalk, towards a small carnival that had begun on the streets down town. He loved carnival games, and the puzzle skills that were oft times required to solve the specific tricks involved in the booths. Nailen was complaining, his staff tapping the ground at a rapid pace, as he tried to keep up with his young charge's enthusiasm. Soon, he could hear the distant tinkling of the fair music, and his groans only became louder. Great.
"The FAIR, Mythen? Was all the fuss this morning just about getting me to come up to the fair?"
"Yes.....Is that a problem?"

Selfish as always. The Mousse White Pocky dragged Nai over to one of the booths that required you to knock a stack of bottles over with a ball. The child studied the layout, wondering at the tricks that must be put behind it. For his own safety, Mythen took enough money from Nailen for at least three shots. Handing over the cash, the tiny thing palmed one of the balls, mirrored eyes studying the bottles with a strange intensity that one would not expect of a child. Only a moment later, he took his shot, his aim off just enough that he missed the middle, and hit one of the lower bottles....no luck. Not hard enough a toss. Pouting, Mythen readied himself eagerly, for his next toss.