Sore loser

Ikigai couldn't be everywhere at once, so she missed many fights, but watched many others. The young princess wasn't a fan of the barbarism of fighting, but it was expected of her to show interest, so she did. In between matches, the white and black child moved through the crowd, giving attention to those who wished for it and generally being a good hostess. This was but a taste of what would be expected of her as a wife.

As Iki moved through the gathering, making sure that all of the guests were happy, fed and comfortable, she happened to see the sulking form of a red shaded boy. He was significantly larger than she was, though they appeared to be around the same age. He looked rather distraught and, as a member of the royal party, it was her duty to see if there was anything that she could do to help.

Approaching the large boy, the long tailed girl made sure that she was in his line of sight so that it didn't seem like she was sneaking up on him. The elegant child dipped her crown in greeting before her practiced tones poured forth. "Hello, my name is Ikigai," she began, not giving her full name and title. "Are you okay?" Her brow crinkled slightly in concern, silver eyes watching the boys face.

Okiku Ikigai Ōritsu Abraxas