Duck Pond

"OH! Auntie, we have to do this one~!" Fable begged. When she'd heard a carnival had come to Boreas, she'd pestered Theory over and over until her aunt had finally relented and agreed to accompany her. Since her grandfather had passed, her aunt had seemed to be in such a rut... not to mention the woman she'd been spending all of her time with had seemed to disappear after the Long Night had passed. Fable was itching to ask her more questions about it, but she wanted to be respectful. As much as she could, anyway. "I'm the best ducker, so I'm sure that skill translates perfectly," she joked, nudging Theo towards the booth. Fable sprang up when it was her turn and debated her choice of prey for several moments before selecting on. "Gotcha!" she announced around its wooden neck, her words muffled.