Ring Toss

They'd come for the tournaments, but Bowen had been just as intrigued by the carnival. It reminded her of places that she'd visited while on the ship and it almost felt like home, in a sense. The bright colors, sights and smells and the loud calls of the workers brought a smile to the tiny fae's maw.

There was a crowd around a particular booth and Bowen approached, watching as a big dire brute tried and failed to land a ring around one of many wooden rods. Everyone boo'd in a good natured manner and, once the crowd dispersed, Bowen stepped up to try her own paw at the game. Grinning at the attendant, the caramel cream fae nodded, focused, then let her ring fly.

"Bowen"