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You guys have been positive about it thus far, so. Presenting... *Random drum roll* ... Chapter 2! Ok, I know it says chapter 3, but technically it is chapter 2. Enjoy!
"Mona, you can look around the fair grounds. I'm going to be here for a while." Gilia said, pointing at some of the shops. Simona nodded and headed for one of the tents.
An old woman sat in a chair, beading necklaces. A table was set in the middle of the tent. It held jewelry of every color and gem. What caught her eye, though, was a lovely turquoise bracelet.
She couldn't help but walk over to the woman and ask "How much for this?"
"Oh, you have a good eye. That was originally made for the queen, but she died of illness. I would say... 50 gold."
Simona felt her mouth drop. She carefully set the bracelet back on the table and rushed out of the tent. 'If everything here is like that, then I won't be able to afford ay food.' she thought to herself.
"Hey!" someone yelled behind her. She turned and saw Ciaran running towards her. He stopped in front of her. "Simona, right?" He asked. "Uh, yeah. Hi... again." Simona mumbled.
"Are you checking out the games and stands?" Ciaran wondered. "Yeah, but stuff here if too-" "Great! I could show you around. Let's go!" He grabbed hold of Simona's hand with out waiting for her answer.
"They always have the best food during the Festival." He stopped by a food stand. "Two please. Oh, sorry. Do you like pastries?" Ciaran hesitated. "Sure." Simona smiled.
Ciaran handed her a pastry roll. "What is it?" She asked. It smelled of cinnamon, and it was covered in sugar. "They call them cinnamon buns." Ciaran replied, his voice slightly muffled from the food in his mouth, and his hand, which was cover his mouth.
Simona took a bite of the cinnamon bun. She almost spat it back out in surprise. She hadn't tasted something this sweet for a while. She was more accustomed to the blunt tastes of dwarven cooking.
"The games are over there, but... I don't think you'll be very fond of them." Ciaran stated, pointing to a few booths. "Why would you say that?" Simona inquired. "Well, they rely on more strength than anything else. Not many people win at them." He admitted.
The two arrived at the first game. A man was holding a mallet and was standing next to a bell. On the side, there were small trinkets as prizes. One of which, was a small lion statue.
Simona admired it for a small fraction of a second, when Ciaran noticed her looking at it. "I'd like to try, please." He handed a bronze piece to the man.
He stumbled a bit at the weight of the mallet, but brought it down as hard as possible. The small piece of metal was an inch away from the bell. "Better luck next time, kid." The man scoffed.
Simona stepped up, holding a bronze coin. "Oh no miss, I don't think you want to try." The man held his hand up. "You will be receiving money, so I do not see how it will affect you." Simona handed the coin to him.
She held the hammer firmly and swung it heavily. The bell 'dinged' loudly. "We have a winner?" The man looked confused, but pointed to the prizes. Simona set the lion statue in her bag.
"So, what other activities do you have here?" Simona asked, patting Ciaran's shoulder.