A charming little ring of mushrooms can be seen peeking out from the blanket of leaves, and a gleeful grin tugs at Tam’s lips. She’s forever been obsessed by all things fae. Hell, it was the concept of fairy-types that had drawn her attention to the Pokemon franchise to begin with! The only piece of merchandise she currently owns is a shiny Sylveon plush, and she adores it.

“I’m looking for fairy types,” she singsongs to herself. “And that is a fairy circle!” Mismatched eyes rove over the area, as if checking if she’ll get in trouble for this. “Imma step in it!” And with a little hop, she carefully skips into the ring, mindful not to nick or damage any of the toadstools.

“Time to see how you fare in battle, Cinder,” she murmured, releasing the recently-evolved fighting type, carefully hopping back out of the fairy ring. It wouldn’t do to accidentally damage it now, would it!

It might have seemed like an odd move to immediately evolve the little chicken into its middle stage, but Tamara had a plan. There were two player classes that she was eyeing, and one of them involved something that she lived and breathed in the real world – dance.

She hadn’t known these things beforehand – she’d had to look them up. Bit research was something that came easily to the child, and once she set her sights on something, she tended to pursue it with single-minded focus.

The pair turned and span gracefully, moving as one despite the lack of music. The Petilil looked on, watching the unfolding situation with a look of bemused confusion on its face. What were they doing?