The little bird picks himself up, not much worse the wear for someone who'd looked on a direct collision course with the center of the earth moments ago. "I-I'm sorry!" he chirps, sounding not at all sorry. "I'm looking for um, the bazaar?"
"The bazaar?" Ven asks, mildly incredulous. Her lack of directional sense is the butt of many a joke among her friends, and yet she has never been as far off-track as this particular bird seems to be. "Like,
the bazaar? The one that's on the other side of the city?"
"...is it?" the bird responds, cocking his head to one side like he'd come out of the dictionary definition for innocence. "I was just following the directions I got, and then I got a little lost, and then I found myself here."
"This is the wishing well," Ven explains. "I'm not sure what directions you got, but you must've taken a wrong turn somewhere because this really is the complete opposite direction from where you were going." Her words are punctuated with a faint pang of guilt - she feels like she's giving a lecture instead of anything useful. "Um, if it would help I guess I can draw you a map?"
Pulling out one of the pages of her notebook, she quickly sketches an outline of the main streets of the city from memory and labels each of them neatly. "Sorry this isn't too exact, but I hope it'll be helpful. You can probably ask some people along the way to point you in the right direction, too."
Taking the map from her, the bird holds it in one claw and examines it carefully. Well, examines. Carefully. Sort of. "Um, you've got it upside down," Ven offers awkwardly.
"Oh," the bird says, and does not turn the map the right side up. "I-I guess this'll be useful! Thank you!"
(raffle ticket + wishing for a
Draconic Specimen!)