Standing beside the ring toss stall, Tesha was on her third attempt, her eyes focused and determined. "Watch me this time, Master! I'm getting it right this time!" she said, her voice brimming with competitive energy.
Lyan stood behind her, arms crossed, a playful smile on his face. "I never doubted you, Tesha. But, you know, if you lose, I think I might have to step in and win you that plush dragon."
Tesha glanced at him, cheeks puffing up indignantly. "No way, Master! I'll get it myself!" She flung the ring with precision, the crowd around them cheering as it landed perfectly onto the highest scoring peg.