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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[mordredeschain]

*The meal-to-be nods and points to a spot by the trees where there's a small pond. Apparently the ducks are rather territorial.*

Oh, I'm goin' ta enjoy myself with this one. Possibly his friends, too, iffen they won't leave him.

[wordsofwater]

She chuckles. The ride has come to a complete stop now, and she unbuckles the seat belt that she'd been worrying about being too loose.

"Well as much as I enjoy sharing meals with you, this is one occasion i think I'd prefer to eat alone. I'm going to visit the food stalls. Come find me when you're done?"

[mordredeschain]

Very well. *He'll just be leading the unfortunate fellow away like the world's largest and most confused duckling, then.

*There is very little panic and no screaming: Mordred drops his prey straight into sleep before he eats his fill.*

[wordsofwater]

She watches them go with no remorse or second hand guilt, and the faintest Glimmer of a smirk on her lips. The poor Young guy doesn't know what's coming to him. He shouldn't have been so rude.

She turns on her heel and heads towards the food stands, looking forward to eating something unhealthy fat Laden and Incredibly tasty.

[mordredeschain]

*It seems that Covey is acquiring proper faerie morals. Mind you, the faerie moral code can be quite accurately summed up as 'Hannibal Lecter with added magic' . . .

*In any case, Mordred returns before long with a nice full belly.* His friends didn't want ta leave him behind, ya kennit? So I'll not be needing food a while more.

[wordsofwater]

Covey is just about finishing stuffing a large hotdog with onions and mustard down her throat when he returns. She looks him up and down. "Such a small boy with such a large appetite. I don't know where you put it!"

[mordredeschain]

I'm not so small as all that, sai, and most of that be because I'm thin. I be a bit less thin now, kennit?

[wordsofwater]

She playfully taps his tummy as if testing it out. "Yep. I can see it now. You;re a massive butterball really," she teases. "I'm going to get a drink next, they have a slushie fountain in this bright blue that turns your tongue blue. It'll match my hair. Do you want one. or anything?"

[mordredeschain]

*He chuckles, then nods.* There's a strawberry flavor that I think would be tasty, iffen ya do not mind?

[wordsofwater]

"I don't mind at all." She gets them both a drink and starts sucking on hers with the over sized straw. It takes a lot of effort because the slush is really thick. "Hmmmm. Yum. How is yours?"

[mordredeschain]

Wonderfully sweet, sai. *His lips and tongue are very red, in a way that reminds one of blood. This is a generally accurate impression.*

[wordsofwater]

It's actually a cute look on him, possibly because she knows it is only his slushie and possibly because she knows that recently he would have been sporting the same look with blood. She sticks her tongue out.

"Is it blue yet?"

[mordredeschain]

A little bit, aye.

This be such a sweet drink, I'll have ta take it slowly. Not used ta such, ya ken.

[wordsofwater]

Covey laughs. "Everything at the fair is either too salty, too sweet or laden with fats. I couldn't eat junk food every day but once in a while it's nice. Come on lets take a walk around the place and walk away some of these calories while we check out what else there is to do."

[mordredeschain]

Better ta have them an' not need them, but a look around will do.

[wordsofwater]

They walk around the fair sipping on their brightly coloured drinks. The music from each ride is loud and boisterous, mixing together in places so that you can hear the vocals from one song and the bass beat from another. Covey slips her free hand into Mordreds as they thread through the crowds.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred drinks it all in, fascinated.* There's so much music! Back home there's no music ta speak of, say true. Well, not unless ya want ta listen to the drumline of 'Velcro Fly' played so loud that you can hear it from miles away. Lud isn't a nice place.

[wordsofwater]

"Velcro fly?" She scrunchges her nose up thinking, hearing one song over and over again must be highly irritating. "it sounds like a good name for a song but I don't know it. How does it go?"

[mordredeschain]

*In her head, just for a moment, she hears the God-Drums of Lud.* Sort of like that, but with more words.

[wordsofwater]

The music is powerful, ferocious even. Like an ominous death knoll waiting waiting for something that is about to happen. It only lasts for a short moment but in that moment it fills her. Filling her head, her soul and making her inexplicably feel like fighting, running, screaming, yelling and curling into a tiny ball all at once.

"Yep. That would be enough to incite a revolution, if nothing else."

[mordredeschain]

Every speaker in the city plays that at top volume; it can be heard for miles.

[wordsofwater]

"Wow. Just. Wow." She can't imagine it. Although, rather, yes she can imagine it all too well. When the soundtrack to your life sounds like that, how can the land possible be filled with sane people? "it must drive everyone crazy."

[mordredeschain]

Absolutely screamin' insane, aye. Human sacrifice an' worse--or there was, until sai Blaine poisoned most o' the city.

[wordsofwater]

What did he poison it with?

[mordredeschain]

Nerve gas of some sort, iffen I recollect it right. Blaine was a pain, say true!