Dagrún vs Gossamer [Tournament]

Gossamer had tracked her wayward mother and brother all the way to the Ice Bridge in the north. She'd been intent to go all the way across, despite the weather, despite the creatures, despite the cold that had eventually taken her into unconsciousness. When she awoke it was under a bear hide near a fire. Natha had been tracking her and dragged her all the way back to the Mile-High Woods. She'd been furious, but too weak to rage. They'd had a long and painful talk.

Upon her return to the Armada she'd done her best to avoid everyone. Her grief, her failure, her ascent out of puphood all combined in a bout of teenage angst that had led to her solitary behavior. She'd started her own den and kept to herself as much as possible. She'd quickly discovered that her father had gone to the Hallows and Aslatiel was now in charge of the Armada. Not only that but there were rumors that her older sister was pregnant. Gossamer made it her mission to avoid the older girl. She already got the sense Aslatiel wasn't pleased with her existence and she had no desire to make things worse by getting on the wrong side of a hormonal pregnant woman.

Of course, it wasn't perfect. Aris had found her and Gossamer had been forced to endure the smaller girls snark and vinegar over the way she'd left. It was probably justified but she still felt no regret over what she'd done. Not long after her return there came word of a festival. Boring. And a Wedding. Gross. She wasn't going to go. Then the magical words 'tournament' entered the conversation and she entered immediately. She was eager to fight someone, anyone, as long as they weren't family.

That was how she found herself in the ring against another girl her age with brilliant emerald eyes, a lean frame, and a swagger that just ticked her off. Gossamer set her defenses and glanced to the referee. Her opponent was given the first move.