Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, |
"Well then, I think I'll join Ari and cheer you both on, rather than try it myself," Mag said, chuckling. "This is Drake's chance to redeem his honor, isn't it? So I'll just watch." Though she may have enjoyed the game, she thought egging Aspel and Drake on would prove to be much more fun, especially if this was to be a rematch between them. They made their way over toward the games. Mag had previously met both Ari and Drake separately, but this was the first time she was seeing the two of them interact with Aspel. They both seemed like good people, but Mag couldn't help being a little protective of Aspel, and she was relieved to see what a positive dynamic they had. Once more, she was glad she'd allowed Aspel to drag her out. "So, remember: the chocobo. Just focus on the chocobo," she said to Aspel, laughing. "I'll be cheering for you," she added in a lower voice. "Go kick ass." There was a Coeurl that had looked like it would be a good addition to Ari’s growing plushy collection when they’d passed the booths earlier and Drake grinned at Aspel. “Let’s go. You’ll have to tell me what you want, as well.” Without thinking about it, he grabbed Aspel’s hand and led her towards the games, leaving Mag and Ari to trail behind them. He didn’t relinquish her hand until they were in front of the booth. And from then on, until plushies were in hand, it was time to battle. Eventually Aspel had won Mag’s chocobo, and Drake had gotten both the Coeurl for Ari and a Tonberry plush for Aspel. “See?” he said as he handed Aspel the plush, “it even has a sword.” Well, a knife, but it looked like a sword. Sort of. If you squinted. “I believe Ari had said she was buying drinks?” Not that he wanted alcohol, but nearly all of the shops carried a non-alcoholic cider for kids. He had no shame in ordering drinks off the kid menus. With a smile and a shake of her head, Ari followed behind with Mag. It seemed as though Drake was taking this rematch a bit more seriously than she had anticipated. That was probably for the best, though. As long as they were all occupied with festival games, there would be no room for discomfort to creep in, she was sure. And so she stood back to cheer (and occasionally mock) as the contest for the stuffed animals proceeded. Mag seemed more than willing to get in on the fun, fortunately. After all, this sort of contest was incomplete without a few jeers, now wasn’t it? She thanked Drake with a grin as he presented her with the Coeurl, which she immediately hugged close to her chest. She was getting to have quite a collection of these cheaply made carnival animals, and she couldn’t help but be glad and amused all at once. “He looks like a Fabian,” she declared, having studied the Coerl’s plush face intently for a moment or two. “I am certain Mog and Glinda will be simply overwhelmed with joy.” She was going to need to find another place to keep her collection; eventually, they wouldn’t all fit on her bed anymore. “I did promise drinks,” she confirmed. “For the winners -- and, I suppose, for Mag for keeping me company in the audience. It seems this round is on me. Shall we?” It was almost not awkward at all as they turned to head towards the nearest drink tent. Perhaps this run-in had been fortunate, after all. |