Being away from home was always the hardest thing to do for Wynn, but after breaking a young witch's arm in a wand shop one fateful day, vacations free from her father were finally possible, enjoyable even! The petite witch adored her friend, and loved how they could do whatever they wanted all summer long... within reason of course. Nothing too dangerous or foolish (that her father would ever know about).

A Viking festival was a new experience for Wynn, something she would have never thought to try on her own. However, seeing as her mermaid festival plans were shot down halfway through, this was turning out to be an awesome come back. Unlike many of the people around, dressing up with the theme and spirit of things, Wynter was dressed a little more 'colorful'. A white top with a high wasted pink skirt with a simple pair of flats. She ignored her girly attire though, and instead hooked arms with the best of her friends just as the blonde spouted something out in a heavy accent.

With a snicker, the petite witch rolled her eyes. "Let's get whatever is making this place smell so good first! Please? Ah dannae thin' my stomach can-" She ended her horrid attempt at an accent with a cough. "I can't do the accent thing, but I'm hungry, Scales." Wynter's attempt at a whine was cut short by giggles. Dear lord her accent could use some work. Even if Bry's was a bit silly, it was more natural sounding... Well technically it was natural.

"We could grab a bite to eat and walk around to look at things? Though I'm appointing you our official tour guide, think you can manage?" Wynter let go of Bry's arm and gave her a soft nudge as she stopped to take in all the new sights. Truly this place was amazing, even if it wasn't the mermaid festival, it was still... unique, in an appealing way. Drinks, food, laughter, crowds of people having a good time; why had she been so reluctant to come? Even if she hadn't gotten her original wish, she was starting to feel the excitement build up, maybe this place could be fun after all!

Wynter had found all things cute and adorable endearing. Everything from her clothes to her shoes and even the stuffed octopus in her bag was something she found 'cute'. Her personal taste in things however, was applied to her and her alone. The raven headed witch was well aware of Bry's particular style, and how it often butted heads with her own. It was this conflict of interest that they had that was the reason Bry was more interesting than most of her other friends. They didn't always see eye-to-eye and yet they got along so well. Personally, she could never dream of finding someone that was as fun to be around or as interesting to talk to as the blonde headed witch that she was with right now.

Wynter only giggled softly as she watched Bry's face contort with mild irritation in response to her jest. It was only when Bry returned her teasing with a quip of her own that Wynn sucked air into her cheeks and pouted. "I am getting better at it! I am I swear! At least I think..." She started off strong, but ended up muttering near the end. To be honest she English was the hardest thing she had ever learned, and the things she wouldn't give to speak Korean all the time, or at least Japanese. Unfortunately her father wanted her to go to an all English speaking school, so she was stuck either getting used to it or dealing with it until she was older. Most likely she would get used to it first.

As Bry hooked arms with Wynn again and tugged her towards a food booth, Wynter let out an almost inhuman squeak of surprise. Recovering quickly from her friend's brash action Wynter laughed and started to run as well. "Mead? Isn't that A type of- we can't drink here, can we?" Wynter furrowed her brows, once more wondering if she was mixing up English words. But this time she was pretty sure mead was alcohol of some sort.

Bry slammed her hands on the counter, provoking another fit of giggles from Wynn. Bry was quite silly sometimes. Always turning things she wasn't supposed to into dragons, and being very loud sometimes. It was nice though, fun even.

The man at the counter, dressed for the part he was playing at this festival just rolled his eyes and turned around to get their order. "I would really like a water too please!" Wynter chimed in. The man didn't turn around, but made a subtle nod as an indication he heard her.