compliment your sorrow (festival spar)

She wasn't much in the mood for a festival, sunk into a mix of depression and physical discomfort, but she'd been lured in out of habit and the anxious need to be around others, even strangers, rather than alone with her own dark thoughts. The rumors of a sparring tournament, however, had captured her interest. She was getting older and feeling that way more and more, but she wasn't yet out of the game. Old or not, it wasn't in her to pass up the opportunity to keep her skills sharp, so she'd volunteered herself. You never knew if they would be needed. She made her way to a clear flat spot, quickly familiarizing herself with the terrain there for any deviations that might trip her up, before glancing around for her opponent.



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