Barry had found himself in the presence of change yet again, he was told that he was in control of his own destiny by the woman of the tarot, but her prediction scared him greatly. He remembered he had the woman's cards, "Oops." he smacked himself in the head and pulled the cards out of the sash around his waist. The two cards were more radiant than he remembered, Six Swords and his Ace of Swords. He looked at them both closely, almost feeling a deep connection with them. It was hard for him to comprehend but he felt as if they both explained his situation better than any.

"I should give theses back to her." he cleared his throat, "Yeah, that's a good idea." his smile was small, but he'd be happy to see the soft Spoken woman again, though maybe he could take some time to enjoy a snack before he went. Walking up to an ice cream stand he looked at the flavors and thought for a moment before picking two cones for himself. Strawberry and chocolate in one hand double scooped and vanilla and Strawberry in the other, so much cream!

"Now to find that lady." he licked his chocolate cone first and hummed as he looked for the stall.

Oh, the problems dwelling on Barry's mind. They were so foolish and petty. Here he was, he was supposed to be just another mage, but he couldn't resist the urge to call himself a knight. That blonde's reading made him want to be more. He was sick and tired of being weak and he wanted to help people. If he wasn't strong as she said he would only be a victim of his own sorrow. There was so much more to him than that and she helped him see that. If he didn't fix himself and determine what plagued him he would fall victim to the growing monster of being nothing more than just another mage, knight, and man. To be just those things again, he didn't want that.

Whilst he looked down at the cards he felt a light finger tap him on his shoulder. His initial reaction was to look back, but instead, he paused just half way and spoke, "Yes?" after muttering the word he looked back at her, the blonde from the stall. It was her fault he was feeling so odd, he felt like his purpose in life was becoming more apparent but at the cost of his smile. Or so he had thought, just as he saw her his lips stretched into a wide grin as he stared at her a moment. He wouldn't move, he wouldn't speak or even break gaze.

Standing upright he looked down at the blonde fortune teller and wore a cheerful grin. "It's you again." her words about the cards did not fall on deaf ears, he knew full well that they were hers and he had stolen them. But he had only stolen them for this moment to happen. For her to come back to him. He would never reveal why, but he wanted her to find him again so he could do more than give the cards back. There was much on his mind and the main thought was a proper apology.

With his other hand, he'd rummage in his sash for a moment, he had put the cards in here somewhere. He remembered sliding them into the sash not long ago after examining them. Firstly he would hand her the ones he had in hand, but there was one more. It was somewhere in there, he just had to dig for it, there was no way it fell out.

"You're probably wondering why I took your cards." he spoke as he looked, "Well I wanted to thank you for the reading, and when I say thank you I really mean it." he would look up at her from his search, "Because of what you told me I know what I want to be and what I need to do to become it." he looked back down at the sash and dug around in it again.

"I know that you gave a lot of readings and you've received a lot of thanks, but you've done something great for me." he would gasp and reach into his undershirt, remembering that was where he slid this specific card in there as it felt like it was special. It seemed he had taken three instead of two. The ace of swords, it gleamed in the light as he smiled down at the car, "I learned that I have to do more to be a hero, I can never give up and I can't keep looking back at who I was, when I hear cries for help I have to become the knight I was meant to be and become the hero I dream to be.. So sorry for taking your card, but I felt like I needed to register what your reading meant some more" he handed her the card.

She probably didn't have a clue what he was talking about, but the words felt so right when he said them he couldn't help but smile. He just wanted to be the guy, the biggest hero in Fiore. "Oh would you look at that," as he held out the card he had peaked at his feet, his ice cream had fallen and was in a finely melted mess, "Say, how about we get some ice cream? We can talk some more." he stuck up his right thumb and pointed back at the ice cream cart, "I'll get you a scoop or four if you can handle it." he wore a wide, childish grin as he teased mildly hoping she wasn't angry.

“I’m-" he spoke up when she mentioned her name, bowing to her with a smile. This was some ground, she didn’t seem all that interested in speaking to him and probably just wanted her card back, but at least she spoke up and that was positive in his book. She mentioned a third card, he reached in his sash and snapped his fingers, “Right!” he nodded, reaching into his undershirt he handed her the last of the cards. That should have been all of them.

Soon, a compliment came from her lips, or maybe it was just a deduction? Either way he’d smile and scratch the back of his head with a goofy grin, “Thank you! You’re really interesting too!” soon though his smile would be replaced with a puzzled expression, “I’m not me?” he blinked to himself and tried to understand her words. He couldn’t have been someone else if he was still just Barry. He placed one of his hands on his chest, just over his heart. Could he be someone else maybe? Was she from his past? She could have very well been someone he knew before the war. That was a strong possibility, but he didn’t remember a thing about her in that case. This of course, tied into the injury he suffered and well before he got his magic.

While he thought about her words he would find the woman closing the distance between the two of them, her gaze wouldn’t break and he felt his heart sink in his chest. Her bashfulness had turned into full on confidence and it was sort of intimidating but also alluring. One of her small, dainty hands had found his cheek. His own hand had inched a tad to touch hers, but instead, he kept it on his chest.

The words she spoke now were even more confusing. She called him a door, a vessel and- And now she was caressing him and admittedly he enjoyed the soft touch, his face slightly heating up at the touch. The bridge of his nose had turned red, his heart was racing. For a moment he thought she was going to slap him and the odds of that happening had made him excited for some strange reason.

She asked him a question and he had a ready answer, “Yes, thought it might be hard... I want to accept everything that comes my way.” his confidence was radiating around his form as he smiled widely, “No need to apologize, it’s not often anyone takes an interest in me.” his smile was wide and goofy. Holding out an arm to her he showed the manners he did have.

“My name is Fenrir. It is a pleasure to meet you Viv.”

Wait... Did she just call him a protagonist? Maybe he could be a hero!

Upon giving her his arm he’d walk back to the ice cream stand and ordered two cones one for him in strawberry and the other being whatever she wanted. Upon getting them he’d guide her down the road back to the festival.

“So, Viv, tell me, what brings you out here? Like, to Fiore. You chasing a dream?”

It was a random question, but he felt it to be a good ice breaker.