Tunnel of Love (Or is it? Valentine's Theme Bonding)

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Love May Not Be A Fighter, But I Am Guardian Female Gargoyle

Love May Not Be A Fighter, But I Am Guardian Female Gargoyle

Mind Speech: Bold #e55522

Love is kind words and soft-spoken actions. Love is being there in the dark times and the good moments. Patient. Forgiving. Understanding. Preserving. Timeless. Endless. All of these things can describe love. Very few of those things will describe this Guardian. Oh sure. She is timeless. Endless. Preserving. She will stick by you through thick and through thin and never leave your side if she can help it. She is not however kind or soft spoken. She isn’t very forgiving and her patient only goes so far. Her actions may be small, but they are bold and precise. Each move designed to protect and cause the utmost damage to anyone threatening those she loves. She has a particular dislike for people who con and manipulate using the emotion of love and will often physically remove them from the area if she feels they are too close to her ward. Not a big talker, she will always silently have your back and will always fight to ensure you have the freedom you need to love and be as you see fit.



Coming in at just barely two feet tall, what she lacks in size she makes up for in muscles. Her hard rock body is clean and shows the scruffs of fighting and time. A small crack here. A small dimple there. Nothing too major. Interestingly enough, she likes to wear scarfs and any you give her will always hold a special place in her heart and be worn till they fall apart.







Let My Love Guide You Home Seraph Female Starmane

Let My Love Guide You Home Seraph Female Starmane

Like a lighthouse guiding ships safely to shore, this Seraph will let her love guide you safely home. Always. With a gentle nudge here and a small nip there, she will not let you stray too far from the path. Whatever path that may be for while she will make sure you stay on a path, she won’t force you onto a path not of your choosing. Sure, by choosing the left path over the right path, it may take you a little bit longer to get home, but she doesn’t mind. She has endless patient and uses it to her advantage here. Even if she can’t stop you from straying every time, she will always make sure you know exactly which direction to take to get back on the right path. Cause sometimes knowing that someone is always in your corner is enough to keep people going the right way.

She takes the colors of a sunset, just like most Seraph’s, except in an upside down way. The top her head and back are a bright orange yellow that fades out into a light pink to dark magenta to a cool purple and to finally, a deep and almost black purple at her hooves. Her tail and mane repeat this color transition in a much brighter fashion, with the stars of deep purple at the yellow-orange area and yellow-orange stars in the deep purple area.





Every Romance Has A Story Coastal Male Hippocampus

Every Romance Has A Story Coastal Male Hippocampus

Mind Speech: Italic #c5cdbf

Every life has a story. Every villain has a reason behind their plan. Every hero a goal behind their quest. Every child a favorite bedtime story. Every flower a tale of how they were grown. Every weather system a pattern of history. Reality spawns legends. Behind grains of truth lies myths. So why should romance be any difference? Why shouldn’t the act of two or more people coming together to share life in all the ordinary and intimate ways not be celebrated with stories of how they came to be? For this guy, there isn’t any good reason not to share a romance story and he has a ton of them. From star crossed lovers fated to die to happily ever afters to unrequited love to love at first sight, he has them all. And while he does enjoy a happy ending, he won’t give the story one if that isn’t the way it went. Sometimes the not so happy ones teach people how to achieve the happy endings so many desperately want. And who is he to change the story just cause he doesn’t like it? What kind of Coastal would he be if he didn’t recite the story just how he remembers it? A poor one he will tell you if you take the time to ask him. And if you ask him what his favorite romance story of all time is, he will tell you that you are still writing it and he can’t wait to see the ending.

This guy isn’t so small. Coming in at about five feet thanks to his orca half, he is a bit hard to miss. His upper half is a sleek horse with grey coloring on top tapering out into the black that make up his orca tail. His entire underbelly is a pretty white and there is just a small circle of white at his tail joint and where his equine and aquatic half meet. His front legs mimic the tapering of grey to black with a white back as well and instead of hooves, his legs just taper out into a fin like shape.



Sweet as Chocolate and Sparks Crytogram Female Sphinx

Sweet as Chocolate and Sparks Crytogram Female Sphinx

Mind Speech: Bold Italic #dec87a

This gal is a sweet as chocolate and as fiery as a field of sparklers. She doesn’t beat around the bush and gets straight to the point, diving right into any challenge or code presented before her. Going out of her comfort zone to figure things out is exactly her comfort zone and there is nothing she won’t do in trying to solve the riddle or cipher before her. She is darn good at it too, learning from her past mistakes and applying them to future problems readily. Her speech patterns will fall into whatever code she is trying to crack and while she knows this, it doesn’t frustrate her any less when people try to correct her. It just isn’t as immediate as most of her rank.

Her wings are a vibrant emerald with cuffs of copper encrusted amethyst following the curve of the wing bone, three on each side. Her mane is a light tan with her body and tail tuft being a shade lighter. Her brown eyes are often aglow with an inner fire at her latest puzzle and there is ink marring her paws as she likes to write down all her notes herself. Never mind that it would be easier to ask for help. Her own claws do just fine thank you very much.





Do All Things With Love and Dedication Celestial Male Starmane

Do All Things With Love and Dedication Celestial Male Starmane



This guy is no stranger to hard work. From sun-up to about an hour after sunset, he is working on something. Fence mending. Trenching. Hauling a cart of goods to and from various places. Helping with the garden. Being the muscle behind the pull time. He is never short on jobs he can do and even if he was, he will gladly start any new project to keep his mind and muscles occupy. He loves the work and it shows in how he does each job with pride and in a timely fashion, never leaving till the job is done to the satisfaction of all. Bit of a hard head, he can sometimes take things a little too far in the perfection department, but he pours his heart and soul into everything he does, so a little leeway can be given. Plus, it isn’t hard to get him to let go of the perfection once you point out how happy everyone else is with the work that he has achieved. He is just a bit of a people pleaser.

His tail and mane are the normal twilight lavender of his ranking with slightly lighter streaks within. Possibly from too much working? His coat is a solid dusky purple with a lighter shade dappling his hind quarters and his feet like socks. He is powerfully built and stands tall and proud among any crowd.





Love Will Always Set Me Free and Never Tie Me Down Silinrual Female Caradas

Love Will Always Set Me Free and Never Tie Me Down Silinrual Male Caradas

Mind Speech: Bold Underline #217413

Roaming is a way of life for some people and companions. It is a way of life for her. To never really see the sunset in the same place twice in a row is always this gal’s goal. Even if it is a couple of feet to the left or the right. Technically it isn‘t the exactly same place. Just like when the sun decides to rise in order to set. Not quite the same place either. She is a free spirit who isn’t afraid to speak her mind to anyone, higher rank or not. The only difference is the amount of respect she delivers in her words. Able to find the useful out of the less than useful, her creativity is her outlet and one she is proud of. While she is a jack of all trades, she specializes in wood cravings. It is what she loves to do and it sets her creativity free.

Her mane and tail are a soft lavender color, green feathers woven into the many braids she uses to keep her hair somewhat tame. The rest of her, from her horn to her scales to her paws, is a deep, solid midnight blue. She stands about seven and half feet tall at her withers and isn’t above using her height or weight to her advantage if she feels the need too.





I Jump Cause I know You’ll Catch Me Velve Female Caradas

I Jump Cause I know You’ll Catch Me Velve Female Caradas

Mind Speech: Bold #99aee0

Velves have never been known for thinking things through. They just charge head first into whatever will alleviate their boredom whenever the drums of war are silent. From attempting to start a bar fight with a red mottle to taunting things they shouldn’t, the examples of trouble could go on and on. This Velve is not an exception. No matter what trouble she starts or what she does to get that adrenaline pumping through her veins, she knows you will be there to make sure it all shakes out in the wash. She believes in your ability to smooth things out...Even if you have no such ability whatsoever. Doesn’t stop her from placing (misplacing sometimes) her trust in you to catch her when she jumps out of the pan and into the fire. At least she tends to not learn from ‘mistakes’ so you should have plenty of practice dousing the fire before she gets too badly burned...Maybe.

Grass colored short locks makes the red feathers she pins in them all the more noticeable. Something she is perfectly fine with. Most of her body is a solid black, only broken up by splotches of bright green. Most likely a warning to those that maybe she shouldn’t be messed with as bright colors tended to indicate poisonous things. She stands nearly eight feet tall and has perfected walking on her hind legs long enough to make her even taller when she needs to be. Her horn and talons are the same green as her splotches. She takes great care to make sure her tail blade is always shiny and sharp. Does no good to talk big if you can’t back it up after all and she can for sure back up every taunt she gives.



Watching From the Shadows So You Can Shine Watcher Male Gargoyle

Watching From the Shadows So You Can Shine Watcher Male Gargoyle

Mind Speech: #d0d272

The world is a dark place. Which just makes the lights that shine that much brighter and it is this guy’s job to make sure that the shiners never have to fear the shadows. Lurking in the alleys and the awnings. Behind the bushes and the pillars. He is never far behind, watching over you as you travel and experience the world. Even if your world is as small as the village and the weyr, there are still dangers out there. From preventing attacks to pulling you back at the last minute to avoid being splashed by that passing cart or car, he takes his job very seriously. And if you ask him why or to stay back...Well, he will just speak in circles till he has you convinced that there is nothing wrong with him tailing you as you go on your date or to the gorcery store. Nothing wrong at all. With a dislike of muggers, he is able to spot them pretty quickly and will usually promptly dump them into the nearest high wall dumpster. Can’t attack people if they are trying to get out is his logic.

Topping out at the maximum height for a watcher, it is hard to imagine anyone missing this six foot tall gargoyle. But miss them they do. Must be the charcoal he coats himself in daily to help him blend into the shadows. From the tips of his horns to the bottom of his tail, he rubs the charcoal in a mottled camouflage pattern every morning and every evening, once his ward is safely in bed, he washes it off. After all, what better way to warn an intruder not to attack this house than seeing a Watcher just sitting on the porch, staring back?



Let My Voice Soothe You to Sleep Coastal Female Hippocampus

Let My Voice Soothe You to Sleep Coastal Female Hippocampus

Mind Speech: Italics #e7edea

Sometimes the days are just so stressful, so hectic, so topsy turvy, that sleep becomes a dream in and of itself. It can be hard to let go of the what ifs and the didn’t dos. When the questions out number the answers. When the stress and worry of life keep you up as the sun goes down. That is when she will crawl out of her own bed and nestle up close to your head and whisper to you stories of heros and battles. Of how people found out how to grow flowers. Of the history of the elves. The demons. The creatures of the deep. Of facts and science. Of fantasy and myths. Vivid descriptions. Soothing vocals. A tailored story just to lull you off into sleep. She doesn’t mind that you fall asleep to her whispers. That you let your eyes drift shut and breathing relax as she recites from memory deeds so long ago. She loves you and loves how you try so hard to stay awake only to drift off as her voice softens even more. Patient and loving, she will never get mad if you nod off during the middle of the battle and will simply pick it up the next night. No big deal for her. All stories are told in time and she knows how they can even weave themselves into dreams if need be. She is simply the mediatory.

She has very little equine to her, looking almost entirely like a sea cucumber. The one equine trait she has is that her front ‘spikes’ and tail ‘spikes’ are more like long, flowing horse hair manes in a creamy sand color, tipped in a slightly darker shade of tan. The middle spikes are the same coloration, but whereas the front and back are soft to the touch, these are hard and sharp. Ten out of ten would not recommended brushing against those. She also has two, large grey eyes on either side her face to help tell which way is technically the front. Her body is a sandy white with little brown legs down her sides that she uses to crawl around on land and cling to things. Most notably your pillow. Good luck convincing her to let go when you aren’t resting.



We Can Figure This Out Together Puzzle Male Sphinx

We Can Figure This Out Together Puzzle Male Sphinx

Mind Speech: Italics #d98719

Puzzles sphinxes all have one thing in common much to the frustration of those that bond them and that is taking things apart. Machines. Garments. Actual puzzles. It seemed they only stop at bodies and that is probably more for moral reasons than any actual dampening of curiosity. (Though if they are nice enough in asking, they could probably sit in on some dissections and such). This Puzzle is no exception to that rule. He will gladly take apart your coffee pot, your washer machine, the couch, the door to the bathroom. Not even his own adornments are safe from a deconstructing put back together moment. The only thing that will separate him a bit from his Puzzle brethren is the fact that he will refuse to take anything apart by himself. He must have a partner in crime so to speak. For not only will he draw his own conclusions, he wants to hear other’s conclusions as well. Rather that is another companion of his bonded or his bonded themselves, he does not care. They just need to be as curious as he is and not say a million times what a bad idea it is to take apart Sandasa’s coffee pot. He is going to put it back together again and he wants to know how it makes so many cups of coffee and not explode.

His body is a deep, rich tan. Not quite a brown, but if he was any darker, it would certainly be in that territory. The tufts of hair is a light, almost blonde color and stands out against his main coloration. His rings, for the most part, are a vibrant red. The tip of his wings are where his other colors come in. From black to yellow to green, it is almost like he dipped them into some paint and forgot to wash it out. Wrist cuffs adorn all four limbs, each with different gems locked into place. Upon closer inspection, you can see where several of the prongs have been bent back to loosen the gems on cuffs. It is reasonable to assume that the gems in these cuffs often get shuffled around based on whatever color puzzle he has gotten ahold of and wanted to recreate in his cuffs. Especially when he comes bounding up to see if you can solve it, a happy grin on his face.

Nec hadn't been aware a fair was planned. He might have missed any posters of course, having been away from the village for some time, but it was a pleasant surprise. Ever since going to Highmountain he'd been preeeetty preoccupied with Apotelesmath, his latest bond and first dragon! But today he was almost alone, all of his Bondeds having their own plans except Bit, his spirit familiar with the form of a fox bat who took a dip in blue glitter. She was clinging to his back, her furry head peeking over his shoulder as she pointed out everything new (and old) around town.

"Alright alright, popcorn it is." Chuckling at her latest 'suggestion' Nec headed for one of the booths offering all kinds if sweets and candy. No cotton candy! No wait apple! Candy apple!, a mental gasp and suddenly she was off, flapping large, leathery wings to dart over to a bowl of fresh oranges. !!!! Nec just groaned at Bit literally enveloping the stack and already licking one of the fruits. "I guess I'll have that? And cotton candy, you have lemon flavor?"

Heron



Festivities were not Aletha Wainwright Hoarfrost's specialty, and she was not shy about making it known. Luckily, her adopted child was under someone else's care and not in the way of her sour mood. Elzathiel had no such luck.

He narrowly dodged Aletha's elbow as the Blackguard forcibly recoiled from a display of heart-shaped balloons. "Okay, you know what, Leetha? You can be disgusted all you want, but I'm having none of it. Even Bossman is being a better sport than you are and he's...him. Just pray nobody puts out pink lemonade where he can see it, is all. I will be..." Elz trailed off, searching for a good reason to separate himself from his bonded summoner, finally spotting Nec in the crowd. "There! I'm going to go be social, and you can definitely not take me as your plus-one through the tunnel of love. No way, no how."

"As if I could be coerced into such a vile...contraption."

"And you don't even have the vocabulary to describe what this festival has to offer. Ah, Leetha, we really need to catch you up on the times. But not now. Bye!"

Elzathiel ditched Aletha somewhere near the ferris wheel and hopped up into the air, black wings carrying him at low altitude above the people milling around the various festival offerings until he could land by Nec. He touched down lightly and tucked his wings back.

"Heyo, stranger! Long time, no see~" Elz spared Nec a flirty bat of his long eyelashes. "Fancy some company?"

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Having gotten his cotton candy, and Bit somehow managing to both cling to his back while eating her orange, Nec had wandered over to what seemed to be one of the main attractions. Tunnel og Love. Wow. The man was calling and Nec could spot a few familiar faces looking like they were heading in. Just as he was turning away to check out the rest of the festival, wings beat and a certain someone landed close by.

"Where you been hiding, Birdie?" Of course he didn't rob Elz of a flirting smirk, giving a nod. "Definitely sounds more fun with company."

Retsom:

Having been in town for some supplies the ferris wheel had caught his attention. He couldn't believe it was already Valentine's coming and he was still being slow and hesitant about approaching the only being that had caught his attention remotely romantically.

So when he saw said person at the fair and heard the calls for tunnel of love it seemed a great opportunity. Until he lost his chance, shuffling a little as he watched them disappear with another person. Well he could go in still, that was an option still after all.

Coming up to the line he looked around a little, watching for his cousin. Then he asked about doing the Bubble Bod in a bluish color. That would have to do. Then he went on in to the opening. Whatever was ahead his mind was a little less focused on Bubble Bod than having a chance to at least be near the one he like. Hopefully it didn't come across as stalking.

Kemori and Jeremi

Kemori hummed contentedly when Jeremi admitted that while he had been on this kind of ride before this would be a first with a loved one, two of three tails twitching contentedly as the others looped around Jeremi's waist and rubbed up against his side lovingly. Quite like how the Kitsune was imagining rubbing up against Jeremi in his head.

The darkness was blinding for a bit until the doorway lit up, momentarily dazzling Kemori's eyes, and he followed right behind his healer at his words.

"I have to agree!" He breathed, impressed by the beauty around them. "My Clan has created mazes before, but nothing like this, with plant life making the walls. It's beautiful!" The Kitsune took a few steps forward, looking around in awe and wonder.

Then he turned to Jeremi with a definitely familiar look in his eyes.

"So it seems. You, me, and all this beauty to experience at our own pace and to great detail." He licked his lips, clearly considering Jeremi to be one of the beauties to experience. As he'd done once before the Kitsune held out his arm towards his lover.

"Shall we? I think I hear a stream, though it appears to be further in. Might be a wonderful place to relax and spend some time just to ourselves."



Taki and BubbleBod

*Yay!* Taki happily accepted her purple BubbleBod, loving that it was far sturdier than a normal bubble. Under other circumstances she would just love to have something like this to play with on a more everyday basis.

*Thank you, I will!* she replied politely with a cheery smile, heading in. The darkness didn't phase her since she fully trusted that everything was safe and all, and quite eagerly headed towards the lit doorway and the lapping sounds. *Eee, it's a boat!* she couldn't help but squeal when she saw it. *Just like the ones I've heard about. C'mon, Bubble!* As she headed over with the BubbleBod she mused over something. "Hmm... I hope the man in red doesn't mind, but I think I'm going to name you, so I have something to call you at least until we're through with the ride. Hmm... You're purple, and that's a royal color, so how about Emyr? I was once told that it meant king.* The BubbleBod bobbed, making her laugh as it almost seemed a response. *Okay, Emyr it is! Let's go, Emyr!* Again by pure happenstance (?) Emyr floated ahead of her and into the boat first, as if to help her in, and she giggled again as she followed and settled on the seat. Her tail twitched eagerly as she waited to see where this would take them.



Cobalt and Tamren

Cobalt wasn't phased by the odd look. Really, odd looks were far better than some of the hostilities she'd been subjected to before. She obediently ducked under the edge of the door – another typical thing that she'd learned to watch out for quickly – and took a look around.

"Unexpected..." She echoed. "I can agree with that. I have never been in a theater before though this matches what I have been told." She was a bit surprised by the gesture of having him offer his arm to her – it was a courtesy that she had witnessed, but had never been extended to her before. A bit hesitantly she looped her metal arm through his.

"I am - " She almost rattled off her number-letter designation but then all the instructions that her Bondeds had instructed her in kicked in. "Cobalt. It's nice to meet you, Tamren." Hey, that sounded a bit more natural, at least to her sense of hearing! Surely a certain elephant Familiar would be pleased.

Going down the hallway and into the next room would be yet another surprise. The food was of only minor interest to Cobalt, for while she could physically eat she couldn't actually taste any of it (a thing that Fairhaven with her love of drinks thought was an atrocity Cannith should immediately work on. He disagreed.), but everything else - !

Everything else was artwork and creations that she felt was so far beyond her meager skills that she felt almost embarrassed by the comparison to her doodles and sketches. This had to be what flesh creatures, able to experience Things from the first moments of their birth, could do. How could she, a living construct only a couple of years trying to think and feel for herself, compare?

But she kept all of this to herself, and even though she couldn't make physical expressions her voice showed more wonder and appreciation than she might have otherwise thought.

"This... is beautiful!" To one side she saw a painting of where a couple might take a romantic walk, a avenue liked with trees blooming pink blossoms and scattering their petals everywhere. To another side was a faintly vague but still recognizable statue of a couple in a fond, kissing embrace with their bodies forming a heart. And to the other side she saw a painting that actually made her shift in surprise; one of the subjects was familiar, though he was far younger than the salt-and-pepper general and king she was very faintly acquainted with.

"That one... almost looks like King Boronel ir'Wynarn and his first wife, Lady Chaaseva ir'Maasat from Cyre," she said of the painting; a knight and his lady. "He is the king of the realm I was forged in and whose army I served in, and I heard their romance was something bards still sing of, even though she passed away." Murdered, more like it, tragically on a very rare moonless night by thus-far unknown parties, but she kept that to herself. Even she had the sense that information would spoil the mood. And there were more artworks scattered around – did she see a few recognizable couples from around Haven as well?

"I suppose we are supposed to enjoy the gallery?"



Raferties and Belial

Raferties was so thrilled to have a chance to get out with Belial. After everything they had been through over the past couple of years it was nice to go on what some might call a date.

And to a festival no less! The angel wasn't quite certain what had prompted the archdevil to agree to the excursion but he wasn't about to question it.

Arm in arm they walked, the Lorekeeper with a wing tucked around Belial's shoulders simply for the pleasure of the contact and admiring all the games and booths and decorations (and ensuring no pink lemonade crossed their paths. While holiday-appropriate he would rather not envoke any unpleasant memories in his beloved). He was just making a mental note to try a game to get a token for Kaya, currently under the watchful gaze of Keldos and several Bonded babysitters when he spotted the Tunnel of Love, mostly due to its rather large line.

"Well! That certainly seems popular. Should we perhaps give it a try?"

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((Hope it's okay to sneak in Raf and Belial. Heron will be editing in Belial's part on my post. If you'd rather we do it different just let us know!))

Kemori and Jeremi

Jeremi recognized that look in Kemori's eyes and a light blush coated his cheeks as he took Kemori's arm. "I believe we shall." Entering the maze, it was actually fairly easy to navigate. There were a few dead ends that they encountered, but between some of the lower walls and Kemori's hearing, it wasn't that hard to find the stream in question. It was in one of the clearings, with a small bridge going over the stream in question.

Flowerbeds lined either side of the stream, sprouting tulips in various colors that ranged from natural to more than a bit illogical. The grass here was kept short and there were chairs and blankets laying around for use if people didn't want grass stains on their clothing. More of the tulips sprouted up in random, circular spots throughout the clearing.

Leaning his head in close to Kemori's, he nuzzled the other and whispered into his ear. "That blanket over there looks like a very nice spot to sit and...Relax for a bit."


Taki and Emyr the BubbleBod

Once she was settled, the boat would disembark from the dock. If she twisted and look behind her, she would see another take its place, almost as if expecting another rider to be stepping in. Nevermind that there was no one on the dock. The pace was nice and easy, not fast that everything was a blur and not so slow that Taki was falling asleep almost immediately.

The bend came up soon enough and once Taki turned it, she and Emyr was awash in light pink. The walls to the decorations to even the water somehow were all various shades of the same pink. Fluffy hearts hang from the ceiling and squiggly lines showed that there were messages written on them. More fluff lined the banks, trying to give the illusion that the pair were in a cloud. This area seemed to stretch on for another ten feet before Taki could see another bend. What would she do? Would she try to reach for one of the lower hanging hearts or maybe some of that fluff that looked suspiciously like cotton candy?


Cobalt and Tamren

Tamren studied the picture that had so captivated Cobalt's interest. He rather liked the story that came with it, even if it was a sad one. "Sometimes love can be even stronger than death." Nodding his head, he pointed at the buffet. "Do you want anything from there and do you mind if I grab something to drink?" He would wait for her response before going over there and pouring himself some of the punch and grabbing a few of the snacks he could stick in a pocket and anything she wanted.

"You sound like you know a lot about the art though." To him, they were just pretty pictures, but he also didn't draw or sculpt or anything like that. Didn't mean he wouldn't listen to her describe any of the pictures. "And it would appear so. Would you like to guide me through it? I'm afraid that what I know of art is rather something or someone is pretty or not."


Nec and Elz

As if trying to persuade the pair, some of the side tunnels seemed to get brighter before dimming back down to their original glow. Interesting.






Next update March 4

((Arthur's note: Due to Raferties and Belial not being in the tunnel of love, they were not a part of this update. If by the next update, they are still not in the tunnel, I will be glad to power play them into stepping into the tunnel.))

Retsom:

Coming into the area with a park was a bit surprising considering the building area didn't look quite that big from the outside. Or so he thought. With a shrug he would be happy to bring along his bubble and enjoy the park. First stop would be to read the rules sign, a slight cocking of his head at the mention of no peanuts. Looking about he didn't see any trash about so maybe it was just to keep it clean, the shell bits could make a mess.

The thought of the Exit sign didn't even cross his mind as he walked away from the sign and off to sit on one of the swings. Swinging was always a relaxing moment...even though it was almost eerily quiet. Retsom lived in a cave in the mountains so it was normally somewhat peaceful but this was different. He even opened his mouth to speak to the bubble a moment before just silently closing it. Maybe swinging wouldn't be as satisfying to do this time.

Rune:

Having been walking through town Rune saw a carnival was now up. He would even walk through looking at the attractions available. Hm... A haunted house would be fun to do with Fredericke... So he went home, greeting his newest companion on his way in.
"Fredericke how awake are you? Feel up to a trip in town?"

She would pop her head out from the kitchen. "Do I get breakfast first?" She was awake sounding and would be on her way to fully awake soonish. "What's in town?"

"We can eat first, just a carnival in town. I wondered if they had cotton candy, haven't had that in a bit." Run would head into the kitchen to pull down bowls, spoons and cereal.

She jumped up, suddenly a lot more awake. "They probably do! And all sorts of things!" Standing on tip toes, she kissed his cheek. "Give me five minutes. We can totally eat breakfast down there!" And with that, she would poof to got actually put on more than just his shirt.

He would stop pulling stuff down, just watching her. Bringing up the carnival had been a good thing it seemed. Once she was ready he would start walking back downstairs to go outside.
"So what shall we eat there for breakfast?"

"Cotton candy. Popcorn. Candy. Fruit maybe? I dunno. What do they have?" It didn't take long for her to get dress and join him outside. Looping her arm through his, she looked up at and grinned.

"Not necessarily nutritious... Oh well. We will be active enough to wear it off easily." He smiled back to her as they headed into town. "So I thought you may enjoy the haunted house. Would you like to try it?"

"Ohhhhh! That would be pretty fun!" Looking about, she spotted the tunnel. "And after that, can we try that?"

"Whatever you would like." The house would be entertaining to do through but over soon. Then it was some cotton candy and an apple for Rune before they got in line for the tunnel.

She bounced up and down as they waited in line, a grin on her face. "Ever been on one of these before?"

"Once. Not normally one to do these but I thought it would be nice." As they came up to their turn to go in he would hold her hand. This would be simple and cheesy he was pretty sure.

The ride master's eyes would dance with delight. "Oh my! Please go in you two and do watch the building space."

(The part for Rune was written between Tidfe and myself for this. Sorry if it seems choppy at all)