Thrust into the lime light

Ezra chuckled softly and gave the Princess a bashful grin of his own when she mentioned how he looked like he hadn't expected to win, glancing shyly at the ground as he nudged a rock with his paw. "Yeah... That's pretty true. Artorias has always been the best fighter growing up and he's been my mentor for a while so... I especially didn't think I'd beat him. It was pretty cool to win though." Accepting the praise and the attention had only brought out more of his awkward, less than social tendencies, but it was still pretty flattering he supposed. He still didn't really believe that he was as good of a fighter as Artorias even though he had won the tournament, but it at the very least told him that all their training had been paying off.

He glanced back up at her again when she mentioned that she shouldn't be keeping him, giving her another smile. "It's alright, it was nice to meet you." he insisted. He returned her grin as she turned away and looked back at him over her shoulder for a moment, standing there as she ran back toward the trees. He chuckled softly to himself and turned away as well, picking up into a trot so he could catch up with The Hallows wolves that were just a shape of wolves in the distance now. It wasn't until the pale trees of the Ashen's lands were well behind him that he realized he hadn't gotten her name or even introduced himself and he kicked himself for almost remembering all his manners. Ah well, maybe he'd meet her again sometime so he'd get another chance.

Ezra Adravendi