Cupid's Arrow

Gareth drifted around the carnival, lingering at one tent and then the next, observing all the wolves and couples with a little smile. He hadn't been in Boreas for very long, but he was liking it here more and more. He eventually found himself in front of a red and white brindled coydog with a dashing scarf and a dart game to play. Taking one of the darts he eyed up the wall of balloons for a moment to decide where he wanted to aim before throwing the dart smoothy and watching it fly through the air toward his target. Hopefully he'd be lucky enough to have a souvenir to take back with him to remember this lovely day by.

"Gareth Sterling Rhydderch"