Cupid's Arrow

Gossamer was looking for distraction. She'd had a lot on her mind lately and the festival offered an opportunity to focus on the now. She wandered from booth to booth looking for things to purchase or play until it was time for her and Ophelia to participate in the tournament. Gossamer had to admit she was nervous. They were representing the Armada and she wanted so much to do well. She hoped it would maybe boost Ophelia's confidence as well. Again, assuming they did well. If they did poorly… she frowned. Was this too much of a gamble?

A coydog called out to the crowd and she stared at him in surprise. Was he talking to… her? She looked around for a moment before approaching the booth. It wouldn't hurt to play a little game. The stakes were lower here than the tournament. Picking up the dart she whipped her head to the side to try and throw it.