Bright blue eyes watched the two apples travels between the two small adults. The two were easy to tell apart in color, name, and personality. The origins of their names were pretty plain. It was how the majority of people gained their names, one of multiple factors decided for you. All those factors picked for you tended to happen before a person was old enough to even know it was happening at all. In a sense this happen to him twice, during the first and second time of birth. In both cases there were multiple factors the man hadn't had a choice in, but was going to run with regardless. It was also something he didn't want to run with, as it was the suggestion of an unmovable fate. He both loved his current lot in life as well as hated it. A way to break the rules of fate and decide them for yourself wasn't something he had yet considered. It was just the one thing that seemed frustratingly unmovable, but he was still going to fight it. When the screen had more words on it, he of course read this. It seemed to be the only way to communicate words between the two groups. Was there a word limit? He really didn't understand the thing. Before he managed to get magic he hadn't been able to get any sort of device, as it would have required a lot of travel. Back then the man had been a human that was bound to his job, thus to the land lived on. That meant the free version wouldn't have been available, not to most locals from that small town. "Is there a word limit to that device?" The name answer was pretty typical and boring, but never being to a festival before was interesting.
It was a thought that quickly drove away thoughts of tiny computer like devices people commonly use day to day. What was plain to him was new to them. That thought caused a grin to spread through his lips. Should he explain what a festival is? Maybe, but he had a thought in mind. Technically there was always a few thoughts bubbling around, but the majority of them weren't exactly the most stable sounding. "Have either of you tried to play any of the games yet? Festivals aren't exactly known for their stellar foods, they're typically over fatty made cheaply and sold for a tall bit more than its worth. People typically buy it regardless, why? It's the only food and drink here. The only things really worth coming to these for are normally playing the games, otherwise its the crappy expensive food, drink, and people watching. Have either of you tried any of the games yet?" Honestly some of the few things there that wasn't total junk was apples from the bobbling game. Brightly colored eyes looked down at his own apple a bit before smiling at it. He shoved the fruit in his mouth, starting to take bites and eat it. Long and wild pale silver hair shimmered and swayed as the young man walked along, stopping at the next game. It didn't have water, so that was probably a plus. It was a ring toss game, probably rigged to some degree. Would this be a good game to play? He put some jewels on the counter, pushing them to the worker before pointing to the two short adults. The person manning the game barely looked up, quickly grabbing up the currency.
Even if the game was robbery, it would still be fun right? The stupid game had a challenge to it after all. Honestly it likely wouldn't have any if it wasn't rigged, so it was fine. The worker handed over three sets of rings, the amount paid for. This apple was moist, it had a crunch, a little sour. This was the taste of a summer apple, a fruit too young to have lost the crisp sourness, but not so young that it was unbearable. Laurence didn't plan to explain the game with words, that would get in the way of finishing this food. It would be too boring that way anyway. First, how what to do with the rings? Sounds good. He picked one up from his pile of four before making a tossing motion with it. It wasn't tossed, he wasn't ready to do that yet. Soon the apple was only a core, that being tossed into a waste bin. A few laughs left when he noticed the worker gave him a strange look before tossing his first ring. It hit a purple bottle, but not the golden one he was aiming for. It was strange, he was sure it had hit the golden one. The confused expression quickly came and went as fast as the shrug that followed. Maybe it was him imagination. The next three didn't make it to the golden bottles either. After tossing and failing to get the gold in the metaphorical and literal sense, he pointed towards small trinkets and toys, then at a few of the color markings in front of different prizes. The best were of course for the gold, even if they were all useless anyway.