Amidst the hustle of the many compacted bodies, the shouts of merchants and shoppers alike, and the chaos that was known as West Clock Town, one could hardly take two steps before being jostled by a passerby, happily greeted by a red-faced entrepreneur, or unknowingly pickpocketed by one of the many theives that roamed the streets. The entire ordeal was exciting and breathtaking, even to those who had been attending the festival since it's early days, but made all the more so to a freshface and a young spirit who was not used to such affairs. One such being was a delicate young Zora woman, her dark eyes wide with excitement, arching her body to its fullest extent and balancing on the balls of her feet as she gazed into the surging throng of strangers, palms pressed against the surface of the wooden table she stood behind, barely aware of the merchandise she herself was offering. Zanya was unuse to such a multitude of strange faces and colors, humans dominating with their patches of hair above or growing out of pink colored faces, foreign accents rolling off of tongues. She was fascinated. Several tables down, she barely caught a tantalizing glimpse of ostentatious pink and orange clashing together and the whirl of a mechanized bauble before her view was blocked once again by a bristling forest of elbows and backsides, her short stature only serving to decrease her opportunities to gaze in wonder at the fantastical items being offered. With a gentle pout, she dropped back down onto her heels, resigning herself to her limited viewing capabilities with a short sigh through her nose. "Pull in that lip little trout or someone might just come along and hook such a cute fish." A deep gravelly voice chuckled, a heavy arm shoving against her side and pulling her out of her disappointment. Black gaze flickering towards the owner of the voice, Zanya abruptly sucked in her lower lip that had been protruding, her expression momentarily brightening into a smile as she met her brother's kind expression, the huge Goron's face inexplicably soft. His thick arms were folded across his chest, attention focused on his brooding little sister, yet somehow still able to cast a penetrating glare at a hopeful shoplifter that was sniffing around the stone daggers, sending the urchin scampering off into the crowd with a squeak. ""Oh Beorn, I can't help but be a little disappointed." She justified, her melodious voice sounding wistful. "i've never been to a carnival before and everything is just so exciting. Yet here IM, stuck." She pointedly bounced on her heels once, gloomily rearranging a display of stone dishes that she had created earlier that day. "things are not all that bad Zanya." Beorn rumbled in return, scratching absently at an itchy spot on the underside of his chin. "and I thought you were excited to be able to sell the things that you had created." The Zora winced delicately at the reminder. "I still lamb! I just didn't imagine that it would be so..." She momentarily gestured with her hands through the air in front of her as she searched for an appropriate word that could encompass the thrill of the activity that surrounded her. "Exhilarating." Her brother let out a booming belly laugh, abruptly drawing the attention of several passersby with alarmed expressions, before draping an arm around her slender frame and giving her an affectionate squeeze. "I remember the first time I accompanied father to a Carnival, how excited I was." Zanya looked up at him with a hopeful expression blossoming on her face. "i'll make you a deal. If you can sell three more of those beautiful bowls you were so proud to have made, I'll let you look around for a little while before the Prince arrives. Her brother let out a booming belly laugh, abruptly drawing the attention of several passersby with alarmed expressions, before draping an arm around her slender frame and giving her an affectionate squeeze. "I remember the first time I accompanied father to a Carnival, how excited I was." Zanya looked up at him with a hope ful expression blossoming on her face. "i'll make you a deal. If you can sell three more of those beautiful bowls you were so proud to have made, I'll let you look around for a little while before the Prince arrives." Emitting an excited squeal, Zanya twisted in towards her brother and threw her arms around his massive girth as far as they would go, giving him her tightest squeeze. "thank you so much Beorn! I won't forget this!" She trilled with one final squeeze and a bumping of foreheads, she twirled around to face the crowd, smile bright on her face, ready to do that which she needed to be able to receive her freedom.