Questions varied from how she'd pulled off such feats of fire bending to asking if she could teach them to be like her. She always got a kick out of all of it. Unlike most people in the carnival, she actually enjoyed just talking and being around people. Kids more so than adults of course. There was just something about talking that made her all bubbly and stuff on the inside. Maybe it was just because she was the center of attention, but somehow she doubted that. Being on a stage with millions of people never got her as excited as just dancing with some carnival friends in her tent. Not that she'd know anything about being in front of millions of people. At best she drew a crowd of maybe fifty? She'd likely get more if she actually advertised her show beyond just yelling as she walked through the carnival. That just wasn't her style though. She preferred people who wanted to be there like the kids before her. 

With a sense of glee she answered all the questions asked of her. Never tiring or giving a short and snappy reply. She wasn't always the nicest of people, but she never went out of her way to be mean to others. That just seemed dumb and stupid. Why would you just openly insult someone who could be a friend later on? She had enough trouble finding people who got her sense of humor and didn't want to wring her neck after a joke. Not that she really minded that. A few close friends were better than a bunch of distant ones. There was a quote from the godmother that went something like that but she couldn't remember it. Lots of teachings from her old culture were lost on her now. Not that she really minded that either. She was always a bit of a free spirit. Even by fae standards. 

Commotion and crowd began to dwindle down, only one blond haired boy and mother remained. Mother looked rather gaunt, sitting around perhaps the age of 40 or maybe 50. Boy was a tad bit chubby, cheeks reminding her of a little cherub. His hair was messy and as with all children, he wasn't much older than her physical appearance belayed. She was always going to eternally be a 9 to 10 year old girl to most humans. It made gathering souls pretty easy, though she didn't really like the process all that much. It's why she only did a few a month. Less stressful that way. Her mind was better suited to pranks than thinking about ways to wrangle people into signing contracts to the wishmaster. 

Right hand shot outwards, grabbing the boy's before he could even utter a word. Her gaze shot towards the mother. “Can I take him on a tour of the carnival? You can follow behind us if you want. I promise to not get him in trouble. Well, much trouble at least.” She grinned at the boy who seemed entirely too bashful to speak. The mother gazed down to Red, hazel eyes giving the fae the look over. Apprehension seemed to leave as she realized time away from her child might be just what she needed. “Go ahead. Bring him back here within the hour.” With that the mother departed.

Red pulled the boy behind her, showing him all the shows and tents within the carnival. There was the acrobatic act by the lady known as Ty. Unfortunately the act was over, as most were, but it didn't hurt to show the boy where everything was located. If everything went well he'd be working here soon enough. Maybe he could be like her assistant or something. She'd never had one of those before. The one show they actually did manage to catch was the arrogant Andracos. She never much cared for the man, but the snake charming was pretty cool. Best part was the end when he made a clone of himself with snakes. That was real magic right there. The crowd rightfully all clapped and cheered. She did make sure to pull the boy away before he got branded. Souls were like candy, you didn't touch what was hers unless she offered it to you. 

Tour rounded to an end with a shared funnel cake. She looked into his still nervous eyes, hands peeling away a piece of the funnel cake. “What's the matter? Your like one of the most quiet kids I've ever met.”

Boys cheeks flushed, eyes staring towards the ground. “I get nervous around girls.”
“Why? I'm just like you.”
“Well....”
“Well what?”

The boy tensed, creeping back into his giant turtle shell. If only he was a actual giant turtle person. That would end up pretty cool. A turtle with big water guns stuck in his shell. Now that would be the coolest creation in the history of creations. Head shook back and forth, jarring herself back to reality. Hands planted on the boys shoulders as if on instinct. “Listen, I'm not going to bite you or anything so calm down. What's your dream? The thing you want to do most in the world.”

“Welll...” Boy struggled to really articulate what he wanted. Hands tucked into his pockets, mouth open and closing repeatedly. 

Popping another bite of funnel cake into her mouth, she motioned for him to follow her behind a tent. 
Once behind the tent she slid off the ragged looking poncho jacket she currently sported. Boy seemed like he was almost about to faint. It made her giggle on the inside. She had things on that covered everything up anyway. Plus, she had a child body, chest was as flat as a board as it was. What was the kid really expecting to see? She could imagine him picturing a bright shiny light with harps and trumpets playing and then suddenly, snakes popped out of her chest and bit him. That would be pretty funny. 

She tossed her poncho down to the ground, fluttering up off the ground. Tips of her wings faded into the darkness of the night. “This place can grant you any wish you want. Just look at me. This isn't normal right? Just imagine what you could wish for. You just have to sign some forms and work here. Not a bad trade off right? Take it from me, working here is pretty fun. You get a free ticket to every show to.”

Boys mouth fell open, words rushing out of his mouth. “I've always wanted to be kissed by a girl.” 

Red fluttered downward, bare feet touching down onto the ground. “That's all? Well we can do that! You'd just have to work here for a month. Come on, we got to talk to your mom first. It's against the rules to do this without her consent you know.” She still couldn't believe she was going to get a contract for something so simple. A kiss? That was just too easy. 

Discussion with the mom actually went very well. Rather than be skeptical or even against the notion, she wanted to sign a contract herself. Her wish was well outside Red's ability however. She wasn't even sure if immortality was a thing they could give out. That was certainly the wishmaster's territory. Thankfully, she knew just where to find him. She was sure he'd give her a cut of that soul or something like that. That could wait for the moment as she needed to finish her own deal. 

Using an empty food stand counter as a table, she drew up the little boys contract. A kiss in exchange for a months worth of work and three branded souls. Very light deal, but it really wasn't that big a wish. She looked over the counter at the pair, hand still putting the finishing touches on the deal. “Ok, so you need to sign at the bottom that you both acknowledge that your souls being taken from the book of life and placed into the book of death. That service will be paid within a month's time or by the time you have collected three souls yourself. I've gone over it all already so I'm not going to bore you.” 

The mother quickly signed the contract, nose wrinkling as she did so. “We will be seeing your employer after this meeting? I shall demand separate contracts for myself and little Danial in the terms of immortality.”

Red nodded. “Well, he needs to finish this contract first I think, but it shouldn't be a problem. He's very accommodating. It's his job after all.” 

Daniel signed next, dotting his 'I' with a smiley face. Red rolled up the scroll, stuffing it into her pocket. “Now to see the wishmaster. You'll get your kiss a little later if you don't mind Danny. I just want to get your mom all situated with things first.”

They didn't get three feet before a rolled up piece of paper fluttered her way, jabbing her in the side of the head. She tried to ignore it at first but it persisted. Poke, poke, poke. There was only so much she could take before she just couldn't ignore it any longer. Mother behind her noticed the issue as well. “Is there a problem?”

Red snatched the paper, reading the single sentence quickly. “No, everything’s fine.” As if she was going to bed now. Who was he to tell her what to do? He wasn't her dad and despite appearances, she wasn't a child. She was going to give him a real piece of her mind when they got to his trailer. 

Her feet stomped against the ground the rest of the walk towards Seil's trailer. Talk was nonexistent between the three parties as the two humans seemed to see the aura of annoyance that was now permeating her body. She didn't bother to knock on the door, choosing to yell. “Wake up! You know I can't go to sleep without a bed time story.”