[Fair '24] Alowyn - Food Fight

Alowyn spent the day frustrated after trying the mischievous mimicry game. She hadn’t managed to find the imp and hadn’t been able to let it go. One of her final ideas to help her relax was to get some food. She wandered toward the food stalls and picked a few of her favourite sweets. She settled on the snow with her treats and sighed with every bit of the sweet pastries. She closed her eyes and tried to harness the peace she had early this morning before the game. 

Several minutes passed with Alowyn sitting in the snow while reoseans moved around her talking about anything. She was just feeling calm when shouting erupted to her right. She opened her eyes in time to see a piece of a sandwich flying straight at her. In a flurry of fur and wings, she managed to dodge the food. 

“Oh man,” A reosean whined, “I missed.”

Alowyn groaned at the loss of her relaxing moment. She moved to collect her things to find a new spot when another piece of food soared through the air landing near her. Alowyn jumped away and looked around for the culprit. She didn’t see anyone that might have done it, but several reoseans had started to arm themselves with food to fight back. 

“I don’t want to be a part of this,” Alowyn cried as she gathered her treats and tried to walk away. 

“Aim,” A silly voice shouted trying to imitate a military order. 

Alowyn tried to move quicker, she wasn’t sure if she was the target, but she didn’t want to find out. She moved through the snowy terrain trying to get away, but at the next word, she knew she wasn’t quick enough. 

“Fire,” The voice shouted. 

Alowyn squealed as she ducked behind a bench and sure enough food hit the ground where she once stood. Alowyn groaned and tried to look around to see what the other reoseans in the area were doing. To her horror, everyone seemed prepped and ready for a food fight. She knew from experience that cleaning the food out of her long hair was a chore and she didn’t want to have to do it. 

A moment of silence passed before more food pelted the bench she was hiding behind. Food strayed the snowy ground around her and she tried to pull her tail in closer to her body to avoid the shrapnel. Alowyn frantically looked for an escape that would leave her clean, but it was hard to find any. 

“Grab some food and join in!” A peppy chaser slid in beside her with a bag of tomatoes. 

“... No,” Alowyn stressed how badly she wanted to get out of there. 

She looked away from the chaser and saw many pockets of reoseans had flipped tables to hide behind. However, unlike Alowyn, they used the tables as a way to prepare themselves for an attack. Alowyn watched as many vayrons talked strategy going so far as the etch plans into the snow. Witnessing reoseans prepare so thoroughly, caused Alowyn more anxiety. The chaser next to her noticed Alowyn’s stress was genuine and decided to help. 

“Look,” The chaser said, “After an attack, there’s a pause to regroup.”

Alowyn looked at the chaser with some hope in her eyes.

The chaser sighed and continued, “That will be your chance to get away. Fly away.”

Alowyn nodded and the pair waited. Shortly after, another wave of food hit the bench protecting them and some missed the mark, splattering on the ground. Alowyn flinched any time food might have gotten close enough to hit her. The chaser stepped out from the protection of the bench and with an excited laugh started slinging food back. 

“Now’s your chance,” The chaser exclaimed between throws. 

Alowyn swallowed, thanked the small vayron, and then launched herself into the sky. It wasn’t the perfect getaway because stray food was still thrown at her, but in the sky, it was easy for her to dodge it. When Alowyn was away from the battlefield of food, she settled near a tree and tried to calm herself all over again. She was thankful that she managed to get away with her treats intact and without any food on her. 

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