You Better Fight Fair

Nirvana listened to the rules, unable to keep down the little flicker of pride that came with seeing Avacyn at the top. She was doing well for herself, a yearling that conducted herself with grace and poise. Good. What a good kid... not that she was surprised. Manea tended to do a good job of that, hell, she'd even shaped Nirvana into something that resembled a decent young lady. At least she knew how to pretend.

As her team gathers, they begin speaking of strategy. She stands at their sides, listening... hm. Listening, but there was only one target in her sights. Nirvana would be throwing herself, full bore, at Imperia when the time came. Anything goes but fight fair, good enough. There were a lot of strangers around her, and for that... well, for that she'd at least do her best to keep up appearances. There was a winter chill around them, something that she's overall okay with. High headed and ready, but still listening to whatever plan. Half listening was listening enough, right? Something like that.

But could they get on with it? Ah, in her lack of social graces, she hasn't introduced herself. Still, in her mind, it doesn't necessarily matter. Nirvana just wants to fight.
"Nirvana"