Cupid's Arrow

Azzurra was a bit overwhelmed as she walked through the carnival, looking from one brightly colored, loud stand to another as she went. She didn't often come up this way, not that she was in Boreas much at all these days, but surely this wasn't always here, right? If not then where did it come from? One loud carnival stand worker in particular got her attention and she watched from a distance for a while as a few wolves answered his beaconing to come up and throw a dart at a balloon. She didn't know if she really had this "skill" he was talking about for it, but when the red and white brindled coydog's sights zeroed in on her she felt pressured to approach the counter uncertainly. Her mismatched ears flicked as she looked at the dart before taking it and trying to figure out how to throw it correctly. Thinking here goes nothing to herself, she threw the dart, sapphire gaze following its path toward the back wall.

"Azzurra"