eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
It's high time she made another visit to the Slagveld. It's been far too long; she's neglected her physical training in exchange for getting used to her abilities. But there will always be a time where the spit of a flame isn't enough.
So she enters the Slagveld with her mess of curls wrapped up into a bun, dressed in loose-fit clothing that will lend itself to the purposes of a spar. Her hair's gotten quite lengthy since she arrived to Caido. Maybe it's due for a trim, especially given that Longheat will arrive sooner or later and Torchline is a very hot, humid place. A thought to tuck away for later, to be sure.
She leans against one of the walls by the boxing ring, wrapping her hands and feet, anticipating and hoping for the arrival of someone else. Maybe she'll meet someone new or maybe it'll be a familiar face that walks through the doors. It doesn't make much difference to her. All she needs is another set of fists.
So she enters the Slagveld with her mess of curls wrapped up into a bun, dressed in loose-fit clothing that will lend itself to the purposes of a spar. Her hair's gotten quite lengthy since she arrived to Caido. Maybe it's due for a trim, especially given that Longheat will arrive sooner or later and Torchline is a very hot, humid place. A thought to tuck away for later, to be sure.
She leans against one of the walls by the boxing ring, wrapping her hands and feet, anticipating and hoping for the arrival of someone else. Maybe she'll meet someone new or maybe it'll be a familiar face that walks through the doors. It doesn't make much difference to her. All she needs is another set of fists.
Aurelia
