Cupid's Arrow

It was fate that brought the two young Soleil women to this event, and Etoile was enjoying every last second of it. All of the lights, colors, and smells reminded her of home in a way. It was almost like she was attending a good ol' Soleil wedding, which made the fae feel a little less homesick.

She wasn't completely sure where Noëlie had run off to, but the fae wasn't exactly worried. They were both adults now, after all. Her cousin was capable of making her own decisions and they'd likely meet up at some point or another later on. In the meantime Etoile decided she'd check out some of the booths. One game in particular caught her eye, but only after the canine running it through some strange compliments her way. Not being one to resist a challenge, the Soleil decided she'd give it a try. She picked a dart up and swiftly threw it at one of the balloons, praying to her ancestors that she might successfully land a hit and win something neat.

NPC:
The coydog shakes his head mournfully when your dart fails to pop a balloon. ”Oh my poor darling! Better luck next time!” He quickly turns back to cajoling more carnival-goers to his booth.