Unexpected Test Your Strength

The Hallo'Moon Faire has several eye-catching attractions and mesmerizing games that make even the most focused cossetling turn their head. Amaryllis rarely leaves the church unless it's of the utmost importance. Still, whispers of Circus and Faire were too enticing to ignore— the sister’s tail swayed gently as she walked by stalls and greeted other excited guests. 

As expected the others had idle whispers at the sight of the sister away from the church to attend the Hallo’Moon, Amaryllis hoped these whispers stayed on the fairgrounds and did not travel back to the church. She wouldn't hear the end of it if she found out that her ‘important pilgrimage’ was to go to a circus merely. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek at the thought of the scolding but she soon shook her head. “ Let's not dwell on that, “ She said to herself and gently slapped her cheeks to refocus her thoughts.

The nearby stall owner couldn't help but notice the sister's pep talk to herself and misunderstood it as preparation for a game. With a mischievous grin, he slid over to the nun and exclaimed, "A sister of the church needing a pep talk for a mere test of strength? I respect it regardless! Let's see how effective it is, shall we?"

Amaryllis found herself suddenly pulled over to the high striker before she could even respond. Amaryllis nearly stumbled because of it! She looked at the male, then back at the high striker. Oh, what a mess! This is what she gets for lying to her sisters, it seems.

She takes a deep breath, this will hurt like no tomorrow that's for sure. She nearly jumps from the unwarranted pat on the back of the stall owner. Her right eye twitches a bit with a forced smile trying to convey a ‘thank you’ for the pat even though she didn't even want to play this game. 

Amaryllis closes her eyes for a moment before taking a good charge and head-butting the high striker with all her might. Cursing under her breath at the impact of her forehead against the plate— the puck shot up but sadly didn't fully hit the bell and stopped halfway. Amaryllis pulled away to rub her forehead and saw the display saying she was stronger than a charging killy.

"Wow, poor sister! That pep talk may not have been the most powerful, but it was still impressive coming from such an elegant-looking girl!" The stall owner patted her back and then disappeared behind the stall. 

Still recovering from a throbbing bruise, Amaryllis sighed. Winning the game didn't matter to her, but she couldn't believe she succumbed to peer pressure to perform the task. Suddenly, she felt a plushie against her cheek. So that's what the owner had been doing behind the stall.

"Here's a little consolation prize on the house. Only once! If you play again, it will cost you some golden leaves. But I like you, sister, so it's half the price if I feel like it~!"