Character
Location: Fair
Finley Dawson
A baller? Oh no, hardly. She just liked to win, and she had a high track record of winning when she put her mind to something. Not always immediately, but persistence pays off. Sadira chose only to smile at the comment though, lest she come off as a braggart. At the moment, she wouldn't even be a good braggart, seeing as she didn't even win.
Finley reached for a ball while she waited quietly, seeming more patient than she really was. There was no doubt in her mind that the Knight would land every shot with ease. He could probably do it with is eyes closed, from five meters away, and without using the Force. That was the level of faith she had in him, whether or not it was reasonable. The only thing on her mind was what he would choose for his prize.
When his lips landed on her cheek at the sound of the bell, her eyes slowly widened and she froze. Before there was time to think, he was whispering in her ear possibly one of the sweetest thing she'd ever heard, and it caught her so off guard she didn't know how to respond at first.
All the impish banter she was full of a moment ago was gone, and her cheeks flushed a noticeable pink. The ball hit its mark without Finley even paying attention to it, effectively justifying her high opinion of him, but it barely registered in her flustered brain.
"Oh.... Uhm..." She fumbled her words, but then he pointed out that she still earned some kind of prize for getting the hoops that she did.
Her eyes flit about distractedly. There were so many plushies and she didn't even care about them anymore. "Uhm.. That one... Can I have a convor?" She mumbled, gesturing to the chunky little gold and white stuffed bird. The vendor nodded with a knowing smile and handed it to her, saying nothing. The small plushie dropped to her side, held by one floppy wing. She struggled in vain to wrestle the smile off her face, becoming more embarrassed when it wouldn't go away.
It was hilarious how one simple gesture--that she should have seen coming--could flip her upside down. Then again, the girl had never had a real boyfriend, so maybe it wasn't so shocking.
"Do you wanna go on a ride?" Turning abruptly, she asked the question with a nervous laugh, and the small convor that was hanging at her side flew up and was squeezed against her chest as she hugged it without thought.
Finley Dawson
A baller? Oh no, hardly. She just liked to win, and she had a high track record of winning when she put her mind to something. Not always immediately, but persistence pays off. Sadira chose only to smile at the comment though, lest she come off as a braggart. At the moment, she wouldn't even be a good braggart, seeing as she didn't even win.
Finley reached for a ball while she waited quietly, seeming more patient than she really was. There was no doubt in her mind that the Knight would land every shot with ease. He could probably do it with is eyes closed, from five meters away, and without using the Force. That was the level of faith she had in him, whether or not it was reasonable. The only thing on her mind was what he would choose for his prize.
When his lips landed on her cheek at the sound of the bell, her eyes slowly widened and she froze. Before there was time to think, he was whispering in her ear possibly one of the sweetest thing she'd ever heard, and it caught her so off guard she didn't know how to respond at first.
All the impish banter she was full of a moment ago was gone, and her cheeks flushed a noticeable pink. The ball hit its mark without Finley even paying attention to it, effectively justifying her high opinion of him, but it barely registered in her flustered brain.
"Oh.... Uhm..." She fumbled her words, but then he pointed out that she still earned some kind of prize for getting the hoops that she did.
Her eyes flit about distractedly. There were so many plushies and she didn't even care about them anymore. "Uhm.. That one... Can I have a convor?" She mumbled, gesturing to the chunky little gold and white stuffed bird. The vendor nodded with a knowing smile and handed it to her, saying nothing. The small plushie dropped to her side, held by one floppy wing. She struggled in vain to wrestle the smile off her face, becoming more embarrassed when it wouldn't go away.
It was hilarious how one simple gesture--that she should have seen coming--could flip her upside down. Then again, the girl had never had a real boyfriend, so maybe it wasn't so shocking.
"Do you wanna go on a ride?" Turning abruptly, she asked the question with a nervous laugh, and the small convor that was hanging at her side flew up and was squeezed against her chest as she hugged it without thought.