In Dakota's life, he was ordinary. He also looked ordinary. He was a good employee, loved by his family, and had a girlfriend. After a terrible misunderstanding, his girlfriend suddenly breaks up with him, his job goes up in smoke, and now his fathe...
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As Freya sat on the metal horse as it spun around, Dakota tried hard not to giggle. Dakota, when she saw how perplexed she appeared, couldn't contain it and laughs.
"What's the purpose of this again?" She enquires.
"To have a fun time." He laughed.
"How is this fun?" she frowns as the ride goes around again. "I'm going around in circles."
The other three children on the ride were giggling and shouting, while their parents took pictures. Dakota, too, took pictures of Freya and her perplexed expression. He'd already told his parents where they were as they'd texted him to if he was safe.
"All right, let's try some games," Dakota says with a grin.
"Game?" As the horse draws to a halt, she asks. She jumps down and walks over to him.
Dakota was taken aback at first. He then remembers Freya's isolation from humans. "Of course you don't know what a game is," he moaned with a small smile. He takes her hand in his. "Then come on, I'll show you. I think you will enjoy it."
He leads her through the crowd to the many booths selling either food or toys. He leads her to a booth where a game of balloons and darks could be played. A man dressed in ordinary clothes smirks at them. "Come to a win a prize?"
Dakota flashed the man with their ticket. He looked up at one of the various toys, and chuckled. There was a black dragon plushie on the top rack, among several other plushes. Dakota couldn't help but smile at the irony, even though it didn't look anything like Freya in her dragon form.
"And what is the aim of this— game?" Freya inquires as he picks up the darts.
"Well, ma'am, all you have to do is pop as many balloons as you can, and you'll win one of these prizes," says the man. With a gesture to the shelf above him.
Dakota declares, "I'll go first," before launching the first dart.
Of course, it completely misses his goal and lands a few inches below it. "Never been good at these," Dakota chuckled. He tried three more times and missed all of them. He lets out a sigh and unknowingly pouts a little, Freya catching the cute gesture.
'Guess I can't get that dragon plushie.'
The man laughed and reached for the darts buried in the wood. He had a strangely difficult time getting the darts out. He finally got them out after a few moments and gave Dakota an odd look.
Dakota only smiles apologetically. "Must have a strong throwing arm." The man murmurs.
"Your turn lady," the man says as he hands Freya the three remaining darts.
She took them and began imitating Dakota's actions. She hurled the dart, which shot through the crimson balloon and through the booth like a bullet. All of the balloons were sliced by the wind generated by the shot.
