when in rome

Basilisk acknowledged the fact that his father by association considered him a worthy fighter of this place he had brought him to. He found his eyes returning to the marble pillars with renewed interest. Here was a place fighters his father considered worthy might come, and Azure had brought him here. “Wouldn’t that be something?” he gave his father a sideways expression. Not missing how his father had phrased it. Ready to challenge me. Azure expected it of him, and likely soon. Basilisk would remember that, and try to be worthy of his fathers expectation.

He walked along the sand to the other end as his father did the same. “Do you think many come to spectate?” he wondered.



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