Who: Winny and Jadon. What: Apples! Where: Wonderland Gardens. When: November 15th, early morning. Warnings: Likely none!
Winny had had a good first night. She had made nice with Ivarr, bringing him whiskey, promising chocolate-covered bacon. That was a good start, getting close to the stallion that led the herd that she wanted to become a part of eventually, but she still wanted to explore. That morning, in the midway, after getting distracted by all the flashing lights, she shimmied up a pole to steal a lantern, putting it up in her trailer to cast a nice, comforting glow over the entire thing. She wanted to eventually gain an entire hydroponic system in her trailer to grow pot, of course, but, for now, she had to start with a welcoming environment. Hopefully, she would work that out eventually. For now, she just wanted to explore.
She struck out, wearing her dirty flipflops from the night before, a different pair of worn-out shorts and a different over-sized t-shirt. Her movements were tentative, feeling like she was scurrying from place to place, trying to avoid the more predatory aspects of the Cirque. Finally, she came across a gate that seemed to hold vegatation behind it, if her nose was telling the truth, and she was drawn in automatically, taking off her flipflops at the entrance and diving in.
There were flowers as big as her entire body, vines as thick as her admittedly skinny leg, and Winny grinned blissfully as she spun in the oversized vegetation, loving every second of it. Eventually, she saw a tree and, hanging off that tree, she saw apples the size of beach balls and Winny gasped, moving forward, staring up at them. They were glorious and Winny jumped up, catching one in her hands and tearing it down gleefully. Just as gleefully, she sunk her teeth down into the oversized apple, juices running down her face.
She was halfway through it when she became aware of a presence behind and she started, almost wanting to bolt away, but, instead, Winny froze, looking over her shoulder, guilty. Eventually, she moved enough to speak. "I'm sorry. Are these your apples?"