[RING TOSS]
"Oh, Miss Columbina, do you remember this game?"
A different festival and a slightly different atmosphere, but still there are simularities with the last. One such instance was a simple festival game- last time manned by the little-dragon's story-book friends themselves, this one had naught but wooden pegs to its name.
Still, that doesn't dampen the dragon's excitement, eyes alight.
"Should we give it a try? We had pretty good luck last time, didn't we?"
If he was ignorant or innocent of their last encounter's help, or if he was simply playing the fool was anyone's guess, but either way the little-dragon trots up to the merchant's stand, already eager to begin.
"Do you want to go first?" Politeness came first, and he steps aside to give her room.
“Mhm. Quite well. A day like that would be rather hard for me to forget in even the smallest detail,” Both due to it being the best day of her life, while also marking beginning of some of the worst, but there’s no need to bring down the mood of the festival by dwelling on that. “But with you here, too, it’s like the even the memories of bits I did forget are flooding back. Almost as if we’re still there.”
It’s a far less fun sight this time around, with their littler paper friends replaced by silent wooden pegs without even the tiniest smile drawn onto their faces… but the very real, non-wood-adjacent and comparatively large dragon at her side more than makes up for whatever disappointment she may have felt upon approach.
Columbina nods at the offer, smiling as she steps past to offer her open palms to the game’s owner. “Sure. I’ll do my best.” Rings drop into her awaiting hands — one, two, three — with satisfying little clacks. Wooden, then, most likely. Yet another difference to the ones from Moon Prayer Night, but it was as he said. Their luck was good last time, why wouldn’t it be now?
Extracting one ring from the pile, the moon goddess then turns her attention to the pegs at last. Aiming at them was how she came to miss, before, so just a little ahead should be good, right? Winding an arm back, she takes a deep breath, and…
…The ring soars high over top the pegs, landing far beyond even the furthest one, and decidedly nowhere near close.
“…Ah.” Right, these ones don’t move. “Sorry, let me try again…” A second ring follows soon after the first: much closer this time, but still not quite near anything that could be considered a victory. The third closer still, yet bounces just off the edge of a peg before it can land. And the fourth…
“Hm. It seems I’m out of rings.” Columbina frowns down at her own now-empty hands (both of rings to throw and of prizes to have won), taking a step back from the designated ‘throwing spot’ with a soft sigh of defeat.
“Seems I couldn’t quite win this time… A shame, but it’s alright. After all, I may have gotten a fair few last time, but if memory serves, you were the one to get them all. I’m sure you’ll do much better.”










