Niklaus and Caroline
Excitement at every turn, Niklaus Mikaelson easily turned into an odd man out as a nervous expression swept over his face. He would easily dominate something like this in New Orleans, with a cocky grin and a twinkle in his eye, and only because he knew the land so well. He knew the people there. He was, in ways, the king of that land. Yet there he stood, in a land he knew little about, and he was still considered too new to stand out. Wanting to familiarize himself with the people and the cultures, he signed up to compete in two categories that day. He just finished with the archery competition and, having been paired up with the councilman of Everdale, lost the match to his shaky hands. What became of him to make him such a wreck?
The axe throwing competition would be held soon but, until then, he occupied a picnic table not far from Pendragon Circle. He bought a cup of ale from Kingsby Tavern and also purchased a drink for Caroline. He was glad she was here with him, settling his nerves with that sweet smile of hers. "Perhaps this will steady me a bit," he said to her as he sat across from her. After taking a sip from his glass, he made a disgusted face and placed it down on the table. "Or perhaps not."