A most unusual place for a carnival. The smell of decay that permeated the swamp mixed with the smell of cotton candy in a surprisingly comforting way. When things like this happened Azure tried to make a habit of questioning her own sanity. After all, there were things in the Feverlands that could easily melt one's mind into a carnival. One of these days she was bound to mistake the work of a ravenous hallucinogenic mushroom for the work of the gods.
After that initial spot of doubt, Azure went in deeper, drawn in by the lights and sounds of the grand affair. Soon, her critical eye turned on the attractions. She moved on from the strongman game fairly quickly. It appeared that the only way she could win it was if something of significant weight and size fell out of the sky and onto the hammer as she brought it down. The chances of that were slim. Probably not as slim as the chances of a carnival appearing in the middle of a rancid swamp, but still too insignificant to bet on when there was so much left to see.
Several puzzles caught her eye, all tied together by the appearance of being entirely rigged. Finally, she was lured by the speed and size of the merry-go-round that spun in the distance. She was walking towards it when the movement within a shooting gallery caught her eye. A colorful band of gore crows and swamp rats chased each other around in circles, waiting to be shot by the slings laid out on the counter.
As she stood there considering the challenge something large and heavy (not unlike what she needed to win the strongman game) crashed into her. Managing to catch herself before hitting the ground, Azure looked up at the tall figure, opening her mouth to ask whether she had turned invisible by work of some peculiar magic. Alas, something else entirely came out. "Oops. Didn't see you there," she uttered sweetly, as if she had been the one to walk into him. She was suddenly and truly revolted by herself.
After that initial spot of doubt, Azure went in deeper, drawn in by the lights and sounds of the grand affair. Soon, her critical eye turned on the attractions. She moved on from the strongman game fairly quickly. It appeared that the only way she could win it was if something of significant weight and size fell out of the sky and onto the hammer as she brought it down. The chances of that were slim. Probably not as slim as the chances of a carnival appearing in the middle of a rancid swamp, but still too insignificant to bet on when there was so much left to see.
Several puzzles caught her eye, all tied together by the appearance of being entirely rigged. Finally, she was lured by the speed and size of the merry-go-round that spun in the distance. She was walking towards it when the movement within a shooting gallery caught her eye. A colorful band of gore crows and swamp rats chased each other around in circles, waiting to be shot by the slings laid out on the counter.
As she stood there considering the challenge something large and heavy (not unlike what she needed to win the strongman game) crashed into her. Managing to catch herself before hitting the ground, Azure looked up at the tall figure, opening her mouth to ask whether she had turned invisible by work of some peculiar magic. Alas, something else entirely came out. "Oops. Didn't see you there," she uttered sweetly, as if she had been the one to walk into him. She was suddenly and truly revolted by herself.
Azure
