"Cadok, glasses!" Cadok barely pauses in his race up the steps to the outside. Kelyn, her mum and Ruan take their time over fitting the dark glasses. "I don't know how you do this every day, Kel," Ruan grumbles, pinging the strap behind his head. "You get used to it." Outside the sun is bright and the air fresh and chill, and the fair is waiting, the familiar bright wagons drawn up in a small clump on the grassy area between the rocks.