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Forays into the Land of Fun - Bringing westfallcorndog to a Funfair

Though she'd only been around a short time Runa had already made an impact on Viatorus' life. His office was filled with flowers and, more often than not, fresh baking. She'd fearlessly stepped into the Nexus and welcomed his friends, who had in turn welcomed her right back. It was as she was an unstoppable force of boundless optimism. So when she asked Viatorus to come with her to a fair ground it was impossible for him to give her an adequate excuse to get out of it. Not that he particularly wanted to. Even with his thoughts deep in his work the novelty of a fun fair piqued his curiosity. He'd relented and Isidor had stood firm on needing to come along to protect both of them. As with anything, Runa took the idea as if it were her own, continuing the thought that maybe they should invite someone else along to even out the numbers. 'In case there are any games with teams', she'd said.

They had agreed to meet with Harrowheart at Viatorus' office where the scholar then took his friend and his fiancée to his home on his own world. This time it wasn't a mansion, but an apartment, and Isidor was waiting for them. In contrast to Viatorus with his jumper over a shirt and his suit trousers, or Inigrun with her shirt and jumper harking back to older styles, Isidor is wearing the most contemporary clothes of them all. The all black ensemble includes fitted trousers, short heeled boots and a jacket that looks more sleek than warm.

"You look like a bodyguard," Viatorus says to his sister, not bothering to hide his amusement.

"It was only to make you feel better about having a babysitter," she teases as she passes him and he pouts. Walking up to Harrowheart, she looks him up and down and holds up a wooden, flat square box. "I managed to borrow this for the day. So you don't draw any unwanted attention." She tilts her head at him. "Can you grow back your hair?"

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Nobody around him knows what a wild kodo is, but they can all guess what's about to happen. Isidor meets Harrowheart's challenge with a competitive stare, but doesn't move quite yet, instead keeping an eye on her brother dithering about what to do. Runa barely has time to look between everyone before the ride starts.

The second they start to move, Isidor grabs onto the wheel and does her very best not to let Harrowheart move it. Beside her, Viatorus startles and then grabs on to try and help his sister.

Harrowheart gasps when Isidor takes the wheel. He grits his teeth and fixes her with the hard stare of a man expending all his effort as he pretends she's keeping him from spinning the wheel, but soon he starts to laugh and plays his hand. Physical strength is what he does, Isidor! She's strong for someone of her size and build, sure, but he can easily spin the wheel against her efforts and suddenly change direction so that her pushing or pulling gives him a little help.

"That all you got?" he says between laughs. "Isidor, I could pin you down with one hand and do whatever I want. In fact!..."

Cackling, he wrenches the wheel in her direction with both hands before he takes one off the wheel and leans in with all his weight to pin her to the seat with his free arm and his shoulder. He can't keep all of Isidor down, but at least he can keep her from gaining full leverage.

He's only got one hand on the wheel now, but it's spinning wildly left and right. And who's left to stop him now? Runa? Viatorus? He's a madman unchecked, a dark and capricious god set free among mortals. The Durants will rue the day they summoned this evil spirit to The Waltzer.

Runa, unsurprisingly, is the first to burst into gleeful laughter. At first she takes time to enjoy the delirium of swirling lights and colour and noise, but there's a competition going on that she can't ignore. When Harrowheart pins Isidor down, Runa grabs the wheel to try and help Viatorus who, surprised and encouraged by her decision, does his best to actually put what effort he can into stopping Harrowheart's mad, wheel-spinning ways.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't pin me down!" Isidor scrambles to get out of Harrowheart's grasp without falling out of the ride. She tries to do anything and everything she can think of. Brute strength might not work, but maybe she can find a pressure point, or a ticklish part of him? Anything?

With his attention mostly on keeping Isidor trapped it's much easier for Viatorus and Runa working as a pair to dictate the direction of the wheel. He's easily taken off guard and finds himself playing catch-up to their tugs moreso than guiding the ride himself.

Meanwhile, Isidor's roaming hands are poking, prodding, and chopping all over his body. At first he's laughing at her futility -- of course none of that is going to work! -- but then her fingers go between his ribs and suddenly he yelps! His hand comes off the wheel and he nearly loses his balance as he gawps between his side and Isidor. He is ticklish?! Faintly, but it's still a shock! Then again, how would he have known? Who else would have poked a death knight in the side with anything less than a sword?

Now, though... Now both of his hands are free, and what are the undead but creatures of vengeance? With Runa and Viatorus in control of the wheel it's time for Harrowheart to pay back Isidor for her crimes. He pokes and prods at all the regular places a person might be ticklish, laughing even though he's sure he's not going to succeed.

Harrowheart isn't the only one to pause when she hits the right spot, but Isidor is quick to dive in to mercilessly exploit the weakness she's found. If there's one there might be more, and she's determined to find it. What she doesn't expect is for Harrowheart to abandon the fight for the wheel entirely to get his revenge.

With the game changed, she has to change tactic, because she's yelping and howling with laughter though she tries to resist. As it turns out, Isidor is definitely ticklish (when someone manages to get close enough to without being incinerated). As it also turns out, laughing and tickling makes it very hard to breathe. She tries her best to keep Harrowheart outside of her vulnerable spots, but ultimately he's bigger and stronger than her. "Come on! Stop! Stop! Gods, I can't breathe!"

How did he not expect Isidor to escalate the conflict? Her first strike in search of his weak points isn't expected and she lands a sharp poke to his midsection. He makes a sound like a kicked dog before he succumbs to laughter. They exchange more lighthearted blows, but when she's wheezing and begging for the sweet release ~~of death~~ of release he has to oblige. His mother raised him better than to keep going after a lady told him to stop. It certainly has nothing at all to do with being desperate for a little de-escalation himself.

He leans heavily against the back of the seat, still laughing quietly and holding his sides as he watches Isidor with suspicion and a spark of excitement. Any quick movements on her part prompt him to prepare to defend himself until he's confident she won't pull a sneak attack. He calms down when the coast is clear, and for a pleasant moment while the ride spins at a sane and level pace he keeps his eyes on her, the slightest smile at the corners of his lips.

And that's when he feels suddenly very watched. His head lolls to the side and there they are, Runa and Viatorus, those voyeurs. His eyebrows lower and he affixes them with a grim and serious expression as he slowly sits up straight, his arms now folded across his chest. Nothin' to see here, folks, just Harrowheart and Isidor hating each other as usual...

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While she rubs the sensitiveness out of her sides and catches her breath, Isidor is all smiles. Until she spots Harrowheart's serious expression and follows it to the source. Their expressions are exactly as one would expect: Runa has a knowing smile on her lips, though she tries to give the two of them some privacy rather than staring, and Viatorus, as Viatorus often does, looks mildly concerned and more than a little confused. When the ride slows to a stop for them to get out, he drops behind Runa to ask Isidor quietly, "You're not going to fight, are you?"

"No one's going to fight, V," she answers with a sigh. With a hand on his shoulder, she lightly shoves him onwards to Runa again. "Relax and enjoy yourself."

Runa is already dancing towards another ride, the kind that makes Viatorus frown, but he's very clearly trying not to show his nerves. The ride is tall, with 'Evolution' plastered along the top of the pendulum. It looks like it swings, and spins. Fast.

Upon seeing where they're headed, Isidor smirks at Harrowheart. "How good are you at holding your lunch?"

The Waltzer ends and Harrowheart isn't prepared for the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet. He stumbles off the ride and has to lean against a rail to stop his head spinning. Everything would have been just fine if the ride had lasted forever!

After gathering his wits once more and giving Isidor time to remind Viatorus to enjoy himself Harrowheart puts a hand on V's shoulder and has his own advice for his friend. "Viatorus, man... There ain't nothin' more fun than bein' evil, but just remember... There's always consequences..."

As proof of it there's still a hint of drunken stagger to his steps all the way up to that pendulus beast called Evolution. Whatever the Hell that is.

Harrowheart forces the most unconvincing smile imaginable and with a nervous laugh tells Isidor, "For everyone else's sake I sure hope the answer is 'real good'..."

Still, no matter how poorly he fared after stepping off The Waltzer, is there any reality in which he won't face a challenge where witnesses are involved? He musters up the most neutral expression he can as he boards this 'Evolution.' He only has to remind himself of one thing: Whatever comes next can't be worse than dying... Right?

Viatorus is... reasonably sure that's meant to be a joke of somesort, but he's left baffled as he tries to work it out. Is the notion of evil so ridiculous it's inherently funny? Or is it because it's laughable that anyone here would actually start a fight? It leaves Runa free to lead him up to the ride to get strapped in.

Unexpectedly, Harrowheart's answer to Isidor's question removes the smirk from her face. The thought of Harrowheart-vomit had never crossed her mind until exactly this moment. Her nervous laughter comes at a bit of a delay. "Yes, we... we don't have a spell for that..."

"Come on, you two!" Runa calls, already having paid for their tickets and gotten set up. Beside her Viatorus tugs at his fastenings, clearly dubious of their reliability.

Isidor pats Harrowheart's shoulder reassuringly and then takes her seat next to Runa. There is a short wait while other people get onto the ride, but soon enough the machine starts humming and shifting in preparation. At first it's a gentle spin that gradually speeds up until it's harder to notice as they start lifting up one side, only to go swinging to the other, around until they pause at the top, then swing back down in slow, giant movements. It takes nothing at all for Runa to squeal excitedly, raising her voice just for the joy of it. Viatorus' screams are not quite for the same reason. Initially, at least, but there's the occasional laugh in there too. Isidor, on the other hand, tries her best not to let her nerves get the better of her, but as soon as they start to drop again she's joining into the shrieking as she feels her stomach drop.

After Runa calls to them Harrowheart laughs, still worried and yet bolstered by her eagerness. "Hell, I can't be less brave than Runa. Let's get this over with."

He boards the ride alongside his friends with a stony expression but in short order he's being flung around, and it's so overwhelming! He grips his restraints tightly and tries to focus on one point in the distance, but with the twists of the machine he soon finds it isn't possible. Instead he screws his eyes shut and grits his teeth to endure it until it's over.

And in that moment reality feels very much like a memory. He isn't in control of where he's going. He can't move the way he wants to. All around him is the smell of fear and the sounds of people shrieking. Eyes still closed, world still dark, his hands drop from his harness to his waist but find only emptiness where the handles of his runeblades ought to be. It's for the best. This isn't Northrend, it's England – Earth. This isn't a battlefield, it's a carnival. A place for fun. His fists clench tightly around the cloth of his shorts and he keeps his eyes shut tight.

It's just a ride. It's just a ride. He's having fun. It's just a ride...

When it seems to be slowing he opens his eyes again to see how his friends are faring. They probably didn't have as many unintentional thoughts of bloodshed as he did, but it was certainly scary in its own right. Right? They deserve an attempt at a smile from him, which he nervously provides along with the bubbling of some insincere laughter.

After their feet are on solid ground (and he's readjusted to that bizarre sensation) he hastens to pull out a cigarette and lighter and puff his cares away with glassy, distant eyes. Of course he's gentleman enough to offer a smoke to everyone else, though he's fairly sure none of them are going to take it. Then again, that was some wild ride. You never know what's going to drive someone to their first cigarette.

Of the four of them it's clear who fared the best. Runa bounds from her seat with unsteady legs that she doesn't seem aware of. "That was wonderful!" Her laughter tumbles uncontrollably and she puts a hand on her chest. "Oh, my heart is beating so fast!"

Viatorus is close behind, but walks far more carefully than she does, one hand resting on his stomach, an undecided smile on his lips. "That was… That was fun." He almost sounds surprised by himself, but the decision cements his smile. "That was fun. I… I might go on that again."

That makes Runa laugh with delight, but there's a hint of dismay in Isidor's face. "Not straight away… Give me a minute. Or a few minutes." She looks more like Harrowheart than Runa, her hands on her hips while she steadies her breathing and hides the slight tremble of her nerves. Harrowheart's offer (which is declined by all three of them) gives her more time to ground herself. "Can we… Can we keep our feet on the ground for a bit, please?"

Her brother smiles gently and takes up asking the inevitable question. "Where would you like to go next? There are games to play, or the ghost house, or the house of mirrors, or food?"

"No food." Isidor's judgement is immediate. "Not yet."

Though he's never one to turn down food (despite not needing it) there's a smile on Harrowheart's face at Isidor's insistence that they don't eat. He picks up the implication. There will definitely be more crazy rides.

"Now, wait a minute here," he mumbles thoughtfully, mostly directed at Viatorus but open to the group. "Y'all keep ghosts around for fun?" It's a few seconds before he decides how he feels about then, and then he's grinning broadly.

"Ghost house. That's where I wanna go. Then I can finally be the bravest person in the group." He stubs his half-smoked cigarette out on a nearby railing and saves the butt in his pocket for later, then turns his too-confident smile to Isidor.

"If it gets too scary just stay close to me. I'm a seasoned necromancer, after all."

"We don't 'keep them around for fun'," Viatorus protests quietly, but Harrowheart is already continuing the decision making.

Isidor had been doing her best to settle herself, but Harrowheart's bravado does the trick. Rising to the challenge she narrows her eyes and smirks at him. "Just because you can't die of fright doesn't mean you're braver than me."

While they exchange jabs, Runa whispers something to Viatorus who coughs to hide a laugh. Then she takes his arm and heads to the colourful construction that promises to scare the four veterans of magic and the arcane.

As is quick becoming customary, Isidor pays for their tickets and then waits for Viatorus and Runa to go on in ahead of her. Inside is dark, but the path is lit well enough to easily go by. Vague waves, skulls, bones and ghosts decorate the wall in glowing paint. The noise is constant, even when it's just a low moan. Chains rattle, robots cackle and lunge stiffly at them, which has Runa squealing in delight and clinging onto an equally startled Viatorus. Though whether he's startled by the automatons or Runa is hard to tell. In their excitement, the two scuttle on faster along the corridor. Isidor's proud casualness and amused smiles are momentarily distracted as she loses line of sight on them.

"Come on," she tells Harrowheart, and speeds up a notch. When she rounds the corner and doesn't see them, she hesitates and then speeds up even more. No sooner has she started walking again than Runa and Viatorus jump out at the two of them from panels hiding the inner workings of the attraction. They yell, though 'yell' might be a generous description of the noise the scholar makes, and grab the shoulders of Harrowheart and Isidor. Viatorus nearly gets flung to one side as Isidor turns around, grabbing his top and readying a spell within a fist. On seeing her brother she stops and scowls, releasing him. "Isis! You scared the life out of me!"

"That was the idea..." he says slowly through an apologetic smile.

As they walk through the haunted house Harrowheart's instinct is to walk beside Isidor with his arm at the ready to block her body from all assaults by ghosts and ghouls. The first time a corpse lunges at them he tries to push her back and get between them. He instinctually raises his other hand to cast a spell, but it fizzles instantly, having grown no farther than a tiny purple spark in his hand. Only after that does he realize that what jumped out at them isn't an actual risen body. It's plastic, rubber... An animatronic ghoul, not a real one, and certainly not subject to necromancy. It recedes into its hiding place and he watches it go, confused. Sheepish and embarrassed at jumping the gun he concedes to stand behind Isidor and follow her, more perplexed than frightened. It's mechanical? It's all mechanical... A house haunted by robots...

He doesn't even notice as Viatorus and Runa disappear ahead of them until Isidor calls him to attention. She seems worried, and it rubs off on him. He hastens to follow only to be grabbed!

The only thing that keeps Harrowheart from decking whatever – or whoever – laid hands on him is the fact that he's still confronting the reality that everything in this place isn't real. He startles when Runa grabs him and whips around in a hurry, but when he sees her blonde hair he can only laugh. Well, cough in surprise first and pull an offended little face at having been caught out, but eventually he laughs.

"Runa, girl, you're cruisin' for a bruisin'." He points between her and Viatorus and chides, "Y'all wouldn't be laughin' if Isidor and I went all Third War on your asses." He crosses his arms over his chest then and scowls between the two of them, trying desperately to look cross despite the nagging hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

It was a prank after his own heart, and even though he was on the losing end of it he can't help but be charmed.

Smiling more openly now he looks to Isidor and says "They better start acceptin' the fact that we are gonna pay 'em back for this." He's implicating her in her schemes and now there's nothing she can do about it. "You scare 'em to death, then I'll bring 'em back and scare 'em again."

While Viatorus battles Isidor's version of Harrowheart's scowl with an expression of apologetic innocence, Runa holds her sides as she laughs enough for it to hurt. "Oh you come out with the funniest things!" She straightens and pouts, putting on an exceptionally poor immitation of his accent. "'Croos-in for a broos-in.'"

Viatorus bites his lips to hide his grin and then pretends he's paying attention to his sister's wounded pride again.

Beside Harrowheart, Isidor slowly relaxes as she watches the exchanges unfold. Her eyes roam between Viatorus and Runa thoughtfully and that seems to take off any remaining edge to her posture. She smirks at Harrowheart's suggestion and tilts her head at him. "Careful. That might end up being too much fun for just one round."

"I-I-If it helps... This is probably the only way we're going to see either of you two scared, so..." Viatorus shrugs sheepishly, smiling in the hope that this might lighten their punishment.

"Come on, let's get you out of here before you start thinking now is the time to start practicing illusions." Isidor takes her brother by the shoulder and steers him ahead of her again, gesturing for Runa to follow him, resuming their initial formation while they finish the ghost house. After a few steps Isidor leans in to Harrowheart and whispers, "I think they were the scariest thing about this place."

Harrowheart screws his face up in a weak attempt to look indignant at Runa's teasing. It hardly lasts though, and as soon as she's quiet he catches her in the hook of his arm and pulls her in for a maybe-too-tight one armed hug. When Isidor approves of his idea he beams and lets Runa go, wild and free as a Runa ought to be.

Viatorus' timid suggestion nearly sparks Harrowheart to speak, but actually saying aloud 'Pretend you're in mortal danger, I'm sure you'll see Isidor scared' seems like the kind of thing that results in mortal danger coming his way, so he smartly keeps his mouth shut. And besides, he'd hate to break Isidor's mystique.

Her whisper brings him another smile, a proud one, and he nods subtly back to her. "But like I told your brother..." he whispers back, "Evil's fun, but there's always consequences. We'll cook somethin' up to get 'em back sooner or later."

And then to cover his tracks he loudly asks Runa and Viatorus, "What's next, kids? I put my fate in your hands."

Runa laughs and bats her at Harrowheart when he pulls her in. It's not hard to tell that she's far more used to such boisterous antics than her future family. She goes back to Viatorus when Harrowheart lets her go again, latching on lightly to his arm and failing to notice the younger Durant's double take at the small gesture.

The quiet agreement to get the other two back is met with a smile and a nod of approval from Isidor. They'll bide their time and pick the perfect moment. Let them think they've gotten away with it.

"Oh we must do a rollercoaster!" Runa is as adamant as she is bouncy, unperturbed by the automaton waving its skeletal hands at her as she passes. She catches Isidor's expression and hastily adds, "If you're all right with one."

Isidor shrugs, quick to brush off any accusation. "I was just giving Harrowheart a break. He looked like he needed one after the Waltzer."

Runa is quick to turn to Harrowheart hopefully. "But you are happy to go on a rollercoaster now?"

Isidor suggests Harrowheart needed a break and he laughs in an overwrought way that only confirms his self-consciousness. "Me? A break? My constitution is IRON! I'll ride anything! Twice! Even a rollercoaster!"

He follows along for a silent second or two before he thinks to ask, "Is a rollercoaster what those big ol' minin' cart tracks are?"

There's some slight hesitance in his tone... Maybe he didn't think his bold statement all the way through. Still, Runa wants to get her thrills on the Death Carts, and who is he to deny her? He puts on a smile for his two youngest friends and nods encouragingly to Runa to assure her that's what he wants to do. It's only when he's sure Viatorus and Runa don't have their eyes on him that he grabs Isidor's shoulder and worriedly wheezes. He may have made a grave error!

The overenthusiastic response ensures that Runa's smile is wide and bright and she nods rapidly to his question. "Yes! They're so fast and fun!"

Viatorus smiles and nods, certain that whatever nervousness Harrowheart may be feeling is closer to anxious excitement than anything else. After all, there's nothing the death knight can't handle… right?

Of the three, only Isidor looks unconvinced by Harrowheart's bravado, and her suspicions are confirmed when he breaks his facade once he's safely out of the limelight. She tries, and fails, not to smirk. It's a good distraction from her own nerves. She only basks in her amusement for a short time before leaning in and asking quietly, "Do you need an out? I have to do it. I can't leave Viatorus alone. But I can give you a way out."

Harrowheart shakes his head quickly. "You kiddin'?" he says, then elbows Isidor lightly in the side. "If you're goin', I'm goin'. After all, if I'm not there who'll make you look brave in comparison?" He pauses for a gentle smile, then looks in the direction of the most prominent coaster.

"Just... Think of it as gryphon-ridin' training. Hold on tight and let it take you where it's gonna take you, and have a little faith that you won't fall off and crack your head open like an egg in a skillet."

The jab at her bravery gets a playful scowl in return, but only for a moment. Next he's giving her what he considers helpful advice. Her eyelids drop and she pulls her lips into a thin line. "Thanks," she says dryly. "That makes me feel better."

Runa has already dragged Viatorus to a rollercoaster queue and beckons for the other two to join. It isn't long before they're getting themselves seated, Runa flattening out her skirt as she sits. Isidor sits behind the two betrothed and frowns at the cart. All padded metal and not a jot of magic. How is this meant to be safe?

Padded arms come down to secure them in and Isidor starts trying her best to test how sturdy they are without catching the eye of the park employees. In front of them Runa babbles away excitedly to Viatorus about how she's seen rollercoasters from afar before, and he listens as though he's attending a pleasant lecture. At least those two are having fun.

"I'm not sure this is-," Isidor starts just as they begin moving. Her fingers immediately dig into the arms holding her in place and she glances over at Harrowheart. He'll be fine no matter what happens. Probably. "Whatever happens, make sure you keep a hold of the locket." Said as they start climbing upwards, she might as well be saying her goodbyes before her execution.

The more they climb, the more Runa and Viatorus discuss the view, the more Isidor struggles to save face in front of Harrowheart. She manages not to voice her numerous concerns while they get to the top of their first drop. That all changes a moment later. The instant they fall, Isidor's language becomes very loud and very colourful. The two in front might as well have coordinated their excited screams, clearly enjoying it more than their chaperone.

Somehow, seeing the rollercoaster up close was a different affair than seeing it from a distance. Far off, a person could get an idea of the scope of the whole thing – see the height, the drops, hear the screams of the riders... But up close, all that Harrowheart can really comprehend about what's in front of him is the car and the bottom of the valley of tracks it's waiting on. In a way it's comforting, being incapable of understanding exactly what he's about to be in for. He boards with car with a new sense of calm that can only bless the naive.

It's only when he sees Isidor 'fighting' her restraints that he starts to worry. He follows suit and begins to push against the arms that hold him in, and he even starts to make progress until the horrible grinding sound they make stops him. Isidor is trying not to be seen, so he assumes he'll have to do the same. This is not a ride they can escape, and all at once he remembers that – oh yes! – he was scared of this!

All he can do is nod grimly when Isidor warns him to mind the locket. He checks that it's tucked into his shirt, but just to be safe he grips the chain with one hand. He can't lose his disguise, for one thing, but mostly he's pretty sure some Durant would whoop his ass if he lost a magical artifact like this.

As the ride ascends Harrowheart makes the mistake of looking up. They're high... Awfully high...

"Isidor?" he turns to her and says, reluctance in his voice even as he rushes to get his words out before they crest the hill. "Where I come from, machines like this always explode."

And whether that's supposed to be a word of warning or his own (re)acceptance of an impending death, it's not going to stop them from falling. The coaster pauses at the top of the hill before it goes barreling down at top speed trailing screams in its wake. Harrowheart grits his teeth and keeps totally silent, eyes wide as he watches everything rushing past him in a blur. The only constant are the people around him and the tracks in front of him.

But then he realizes it really isn't that much different than riding a gryphon, except for the part where he's lashed to a chunk of metal. It's nothing like the Waltzer or the Evolution. In fact... He can see why Runa likes this. This rollercoaster is the sort of ride he can get into!

He starts to laugh and shout along with the other riders, and as more rises come his way he greets them eagerly with a broad grin. This is good. No, this is great! Before he's close to over he excitedly looks to Isidor to be sure she's enjoying herself in her yet-unexploded rollercoaster ride.

For someone who keeps Harrowheart at such a distance, Isidor is quick to take his warning (or perhaps it's a cultural exchange) to heart. It's far too late, however, and apart from giving him a set of wide, horrified eyes, she doesn't get a chance to respond with anything but a scream.

They are surrounded by a chorus of excited screeches and yells, but Isidor looks a bit like a cat who didn't mean to get onto the ride. She clutches rather desperately to the restraints keeping her safe and does her best to keep focused on her brother and not- Oh gods, she looked down. She bites her lip and breathes heavily, but whatever calming effect that has is quickly dispelled by another dive. This time, in her panic, Isidor grabs Harrowheart's arm with a vice grip. They can't both get catapulted off, or exploded, or dropped… right?

Okay, now Harrowheart's in a pickle. He's got to keep a hold of the locket with at least one hand, and he'd like to keep holding onto the ride for a little sense of security... But how can he pass up the opportunity hold her back? But if he touches her she might let him go! Light, he feels like he's fourteen and confused about girls all over again.

Oh, to Hell with waffling. He lets go of the coaster and holds tight to her hand as she clings to him, laughing harder and shouting louder now as he's subjected to gravity and looser in his seat.

When he sees that the end of the ride is in sight he still doesn't let her go unless she tries to pry herself free. Runa and Viatorus might see them like this, but that really doesn't faze him – not in this context. It's a scary ride! So he's holding onto her! Because certainly he's the one who's scared, right?

The situation doesn't sink in for Isidor until they're slowing down to stop. Now that the feeling of her imminent demise has a chance to calm down, she full understands what she reached out for in her panic. Her cheeks turn a bright red immediately and she's grateful for the need to pull the fastenings back over her head. It gives her a good reason to slip her hand out of Harrowheart's. Gods, why does she feel so nervous all of a sudden? The ride. She can blame the ride utterly and completely. Except she can't blame it for not wanting to meet Harrowheart's gaze while she steps off the ride and composes herself. She does, eventually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and offering an uncharacteristically sheepish flash of a smile. Then it's back to setting a hand on her stomach and looking a tad nauseous.

Runa and Viatorus seem utterly oblivious to the dilemmas of the other two. In fairness, Viatorus looks happily frazzled by the ride. Runa is still giggling as she steps off, and then laughs even more at the sight of Viatorus' hair which is now extra fluffy. He must be dazed, because it takes him a second to become awkward when she steps up to try and fix it for him.

"That was fantastic fun," she declares once Viatorus' hair is semi-sensible.

"I'd ride that again, or another one," Viatorus says in agreement. "It was so… so… It was great."

"Maybe we could do something different for a bit," Isidor suggests, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Forays into the Land of Fun - Bringing westfallcorndog to a Funfair

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