Kara squealed with delight when Hallbjorn told her that they could go. She could smell no fresh blood on him, and believed his wounds to be healed. Otherwise, she may have decided that they shouldn't go. Even though he did not seem concerned when wounded, she worried about him. It wasn't just the fact that he was her protector, either. It was because she couldn't stand the thought of him in pain.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the gas station, she ran around inside, gathering armfuls of water and snack food, and then rushing them to the counter before going for more. Included in her purchase was five more first aid kits, just in case they ran into more problems, and an ice chest along with the ice, so that their drinks would be kept cold. Hallbjorn didn't raise a fuss at the cost she ran up, but Kara still wished she had access to her bank account. She didn't like the thought of making him broke. After all, this trip would not be cheap, what with all of the hotels they'd be staying at.<br/><br/>While he ate his Skittles, she enjoyed some red licorice. Hunger was making her stomach rumble, but she didn't want to stop off anywhere to eat. They would have food at the faire, and they only had a few precious hours to enjoy it before it closed for the night.<br/><br/>Just seeing the entrance to the faire had Kara bursting with energy. She hoped out of the truck and kept shifting from foot to foot while in line beside Hallbjorn. The few people that had dressed up in line were fun to look upon, but she wanted to get in and experience everything.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened at the fire-breather, and Kara heartily clapped along with others. She had a passing moment to wonder if she'd ever have such control over her own fire, but Hallbjorn's mention of food switched the tracks in her mind. The smells coming from the concession stands had her mouth watering.<br/><br/>“Yes, please.” She smiled up at him, then turned to see what he was watching. The rowdy men may have worn the garb, but she suspected she was standing next to the real deal. Hallbjorn's neutral expression made her worry that this might have been a bad idea. She had no idea what kind of memories seeing people garbed as vikings might dredge up for him.<br/><br/>His words confirmed her  suspicions that he was much, much older then he looked. In an attempt to distract him from the three, she tugged on his hand and grinned up at him. “Well shoot. There goes my fantasy of you in a horned helmet.” Kara did not add that the fantasy had him wearing anything else.<br/><br/>The heavenly scent of faire food had her holding his hand and nearly dragging him to the food court. She looked at where they were serving the funnel cakes, but she changed her mind about what to eat first when someone walked by with a massive turkey drumstick in their hand.<br/><br/>“Oh we have to try those.” Kara said as she pulled him over to where they were being sold. When they both had one in hand, she borrowed his phone and had a lady dressed in Victorian era garb take a picture of them together. Kara held up her drumstick and smiled happily, then thanked the woman and pocketed the cell. Hallbjorn might not know it, but she had plans to take many pictures along their trip.<br/><br/>The drumstick, which was nearly too big for her mouth, tasted delicious. Kara slowly worked on it while taking small bites. Her free hand took hold of Hallbjorn's again as she led him to what had next caught her eye. Sticks had been bound together to form a fence and backdrop to an area where men  and women in furs and leather held crudely made spears. She could only guess them to be barbarians. Many of them had mud stripes on whatever skin was revealed. To her, it was surreal to see something like this in person.<br/><br/>Kara looked up at Hallbjorn to see how he was reacting to the barbarians. Then the question that she had been wanting to ask him for a while burst out of her before she had the chance to tamp down the urge. “How old are you, Hallbjorn?”