Firefly Festival: The Starting Line

Archon was not much for the race or much for a festival at all, but he could not turn down the opportunity to possibly win something. Besides, Belle was going and Archon was ready to follow her wherever she desired to go. He came up to her after Hannibal's comment and offered her a warm smile. He wouldn't reach to touch her, no, not here in front of all thee prying eyes. A smile for now would suffice.

"I wish you luck, Deathbelle," he rumbled just to her with a dip of his head. "Try not to strain yourself too much, but don't let any second-rate mortals take your place either."

With that, he turned to the starting line. He, too, was ready.