[TOURNEY] At Long Last

Epiphron was not well enough to participate in the tournament either -- though truth be told, she wasn't particularly disappointed. The earthquake had given her temporary amnesia, and although Maverick had cared for her until she regained her normal sense of self, she could not help but still feel a bit off. Slowly she trailed after Maverick, grateful for his support, though she felt guilty at what confusion she had burdened him with following the earthquake.

The High Lady would approach the gathering with all the surety she could muster, offering a deep bow of her head to all who had arrived. "Greetings," she began sweetly, moving to sit beside Maverick, moving to rest her head against his shoulder. She wondered what the tourney would consist of, and who would chose to attend.