[color=pink][h3]Lynn[/h3][/color]

Lyn leaned upon her Uncle’s shoulders, her eyes closed and enjoying his surprise. She could hear it in his voice as he complimented her on rune and nodded her head, forgetting she could verbally state it. Giggling a bit, she overlooked Tyrael’s distrust while they travelled through the stalls. Her legs rested upon his shoulders and arms hung around his neck, feeling his movements rock her gently.  

When Tyrael came to a halt, her eyes noted the merchant looking apprehensively at them and seem afraid. Lyn’s head tilted in confusion as she squinted in confusion, trying to figure out the reason he might be scared. Sure, her Uncle looked scary but he wasn’t.  On being offered a chance to play, she nodded her head. Then recalling her promise to Leith, she tried to voice it. [color=pink]“Y-y…”[/color] 

Her words fell short as she tried to voice it, falling back on her rune in the end. [color=pink]“Yes, please.”[/color] 

She slowly was let down then explained the rules, the goal being simple: get a ball into a cup by bouncing it. The objective seemed simple enough though she wasn’t sure how to accomplish it. Her hands held three rubber balls and paused to watch her Uncle’s approach. She giggled quietly to see him struggle with the game. The first ball knocking over a cup while the next bounced out, her attention turning to her own still within her hands. She stood as close as she dared before trying to softly toss a ball into the cup. It knocked it over, the ball rolling out and hitting the surrounding ones. The second and final one fared no better, both knocking her cups down. She pouted a bit through gratefully took the milk caramel, then looked at Tyrael to see if she could eat it now. 

[color=pink]“Can I eat this Tyrael?”[/color]