Ring Toss

Bertha the sheep led the blind fae around the gathering. More than once the old, grumpy sheep had knocked someone out of their way with her big horns. Gypsy enjoyed the smells and the sounds. It was unlike anything that she'd ever experienced. Having grown up the way she did, she would have felt so very anxious before. Now, she embraced the experience. Learning new things wasn't as scary as she formerly though. Especially with Bertha by her side.

With the sheeps prompting and guidance, Gypsy felt about for the edge of a wooden table. The sheep held one of the wolf's paws, showing her the direction of the pegs that she was supposed to reach with the ring. Gypsy gave it a toss, her blind, white eyes wide. Her mouth hung open just a bit as she waited for the sound of the ring touching the pegs. "Did I make it?" she asked in her soft, whisperish tones.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"