Attempting Fun

[mordredeschain]

 *Mordred is not used to crowds, rides, candy and did I mention crowds? So at the moment he is all but clinging to his friend, staring wildly about and jumping at loud noises.* This is supposed to be fun, is it? *Mordred is apparently not used to fun either.*

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[wordsofwater]

"Wouldn't being able to fly be wonderful," she agrees as they join the queue.

Which one is white daddy again? Sorry, sometimes your family history is more confusing than mine.

[mordredeschain]

Bedamned Roland Deschain, who only counts as human by default. Mad and broken old wanderer he was and is, the last survivor of the last in a long chain of fallen civilizations. Nasty old chary-ka, him, though at least he'd not see the world ended.

Not that I care so much if it was. After all, it be a-broken.

[wordsofwater]

"Oh goodness." It paints an unhappy picture in her mind. She blinks away thoughts of ended worlds and tries to concentrate back on the brightly coloured happy scene in front of her. The ride has ended and they are just waiting for the people to vacate the ride before a new bunch is allowed on. "It looks like we're on next. Try to get a seat near the back, it goes higher and is more scary!"

I usually sit in the middle of them, since I don't really like heights, but Mordred doesn't mind

[mordredeschain]

I'll do what I can. *He grins at her, leading her onto the thing.* This is goin' ta be fun, I'm thinkin'.

Mordred and Covey are both braver than me

[wordsofwater]

"So much fun." The guy raises the bar to let them through and they both shuffle forward to take their seats.

"The seats feel slidey. Do you mind if I hold on to you. I don't want to slide off."

LOL IKR?

[mordredeschain]

*He nods and wraps his arm around her shoulder. It feels very nice to a boy who has been touch-starved from birth.* Like so, sai?

[wordsofwater]

"Perfect, I'm so nervous now!" she says holding on to him too. She can feel a giggle already starting in her chest, and the ride hasn't even started moving yet.

[mordredeschain]

*As soon as it starts he's laughing, a free and happy sound that's been far too rare in his short life. Then he's singing to himself, a song about flight and falling.

*You'll probably have to pry him off this thing.*

[wordsofwater]

Covey squeals delightedly, every time the boat goes up high. And she clings on to him extra tightly until it sweepers back down again.

[mordredeschain]

*There is air and laughter and human contact: he does not think he has ever felt so happy.*

[wordsofwater]

"It feels like we're flying," she manages to say, as the ride begins to slow down to a stop again. It's only then that she lets him go. The smile on her face is wide and generous.

[mordredeschain]

I'd happily do that for hours, I'm thinkin'. Never knew anything could be half so fun . . .

[wordsofwater]

When they come to a stop any try to get off the ride, Covey finds herself unsteady on her feet. She links her arm in with his. "I think I need a break between rides to find my balance though."

[mordredeschain]

I think I’ll keep goin’, if it do ya fine. Come find me when ya feel up to it?

[wordsofwater]

"You can't just stay on the ride until you've had enough Mordred. You only get one turn and then you have to get off. Let other people have a turn. If you want to ride it again you have to queue up again and pay again."

[mordredeschain]

I could convince folken otherwise, but if you’d rather I not then very well.

[wordsofwater]

"It's probably best if you don't start messing with peoples heads this early into the day. Besides there's plenty of other rides to go on. Lets try the other one you wanted to go on. I'm sure that by the time we have got to the front of the queue, I'll be raring to go again."

[mordredeschain]

Very well, sai. That spinning seats one, wasn't it?

[wordsofwater]

"Yes that's the one. WE should definitely go on this one before we've had much to eat. I remember one girl bringing up a hot dog from too much spinning. it was not pretty."

[mordredeschain]

Definitely do that first, aye. *And he heads off in that direction.*

[wordsofwater]

The queue for the next ride is much busier. It's a more popular ride and also they can't fit quite so many people on it at once as the boat did. They join the queue, but soon there is some pushing and shoving. One person tries to push ahead of Mordred, mistaking his smallness for someone that they can easily and literally push aside.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred may be thin as a rake, but he's a lot stronger than he looks. He's also a person you don't want to try pushing around.* (I daresay I've found lunch.) *And the pushy idiot will now be mindlessly following after them, that Mordred may feed at his leisure.*

[wordsofwater]

Covey probably should find that comment alarming, since she knows Mordred well enough to know he's not joking. But strangely she finds it amusing. Some humans just aren't worth saving, and everyone has to eat. She grins back at him. And there was I going to treat you to a hot dog.

[mordredeschain]

(Save it for thy own self, then. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.)

*The three of them share a bench and get buckled in.*

[wordsofwater]

Covey checks her buckle. Then checks it again. "Does this seem loose to you?" She tucks her arm in Mordreds anyway, just to be sure.