Cupid's Arrow

A game of skill-- Hazel liked the sound of that! With Mortis in tow, the red and pale pup bounded forward towards the striped tent. There was a brilliant sort of glimmer in her green eyes. Games were fun, and she'd just have to be the best at them. Maybe she could even get Bas to play too. They should have time before their entry into the fighting tournament. Speaking of Bas, where was he? Ugh, boys, always wandering off. Whatever, she'd find him sooner or later, and she had Mort to play with! With confident steps she walked to the line to take her shot. With a keen eye and as much focus as she could muster, Hazel took her throw. "D'ya think I made it?" Hazel squinted at the board. With so many darts flying, it was hard to tell which one was hers.

"Speech"