Welcome to the Freak Show!

Aresenn's typically stoic expression remained unchanged, but a glimmer of excitement shone in his eyes. He had never witnessed Andromeda in battle, but he had seen her fight with fierce determination for her family and for herself. Yet the idea of a tournament? That was unexpected from her. A surge of adrenaline rushed through him at the thought, ignited by the challenge in her gaze. "Is that so?" he asked nonchalantly, a smoldering grin spreading across his features as he allowed his attention to wander.

He took a moment to fully absorb their surroundings, observing as the festival grounds to come alive around them. The air was filled with a riot of sounds and sights that tugged at his senses, an array of vibrant colors pulsating against the backdrop of the clear azure sky. The crisp autumn breeze carried tantalizing smells - the irresistible scent of roasted meats, fresh cider, and the distinct aroma of leather and steel. With a playful glint in his amber gaze, he turned his attention back to Andromeda. His muzzle pressed lightly against her neck, just below her ear, as he spoke in a low, rumbling voice between them. "And what do I get if I win?" His words were laced with a hint of mischief and challenge, adding to the electric tension between them.

"Aresenn"