Word Count → 375 :: Out of Character text.
Sophie was thoroughly enjoying the festival, despite the severe lack of activities aimed at puppies--or, really, anyone stuck in their four-legged form. Still, Sophie found things to do, like the minnow-troughs that one merchant had set up--those things that Terra had shown her--and the art tent, where she visited frequently, happily slapping her tiny paw prints all over everything. Overall she was quite happy with the fair, and with dragging Leon up at sunrise every morning to bring her there. At the moment, however, she was bored. And when Sophie was bored, someone else's life was about to become much more difficult.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find Leon or Boothe, or even Trigger, and for a moment she wondered suspiciously if everyone was avoiding her. She'd managed to find the edges of the festival, now, and wandered around them, her ears perked and her eyes searching intently. Since the incident their first trip there, Boothe had taught her the trick to keeping track of the people you were looking for in a crowd; that was, don't just follow the first pair of white feet you see. It took quite a bit of craning her neck back, but she could make out faces, and if she were really polite people would point her toward whoever they thought she was looking for. She'd even gotten to know some of the regular merchants there, like Mister Mahavites, who tended to wave now whenever he almost stepped on her. It happened fairly regularly, so Sophie felt somewhat like she'd made a new friend.
She was just coming around the faire a second time, still searching the outskirts, when a paw landed very close to her small nose. She barked sharply, as she'd learned to do, and then scrambled out of the way, in case that wasn't enough. Once she was probably safely cleared from all foot-to-face related accidents that could happen, she scratched at the back of her head and looked around curiously, spotting the older puppy and furrowing her brow curiously. "Hey! Where'ya goin'? Fun stuff's this way!" She barked, and leaped to her feet, wagging her tail somewhat timidly. He was facing the wrong direction, though; she had to do something.
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