Raise Your Flags Up High!

Leaving Abaven was difficult with her poor nephews, she had already lost track of Beat more than once and she was certainly feeling like a failure of a surrogate parent. Wanting to rid herself of some excess energy Twig made ehr way to the tournament gathering. She was unsure what the events might bring about but hopefully the young Memoire woman might bring home something for Abaven to celebrate. What would Corvus think about her bringing home the trophy? Quietly Twig took her place near the older woman who summoned them and she awaited instruction. Haunches coiled beneath her as purple gaze swept over her opponents, this would be an interesting festival.