#((also just a lil something to rile myself up ehehehe))

[cotharach]

bogchamp —— plateau mini

open for all!��

Mud dances through the air in ribboned streaks, a spectacle of dirt and grime and human whimsy near-reaching the heavens as fists and legs and other extremities fly. The makeshift arena, in all its flooded, wooden board and nail glory, trembles with each roar of the crowd, every punch and lunge only serving to rouse further emotion.

Were her father here, he would surely disprove of such things—— muddied brawls were the pastimes unbefitting a girl her age. But here she stands, alone, far from Seteth’s influence, packed in between an ever-noisy mass of people.

                                                                                                                  ( and so, she cheers freely. )

“I had not anticipated witnessing such things when I had come here,” Flayn murmurs, her eyes ne’er leaving the center, “but I suppose it is all part of the thrill of adventure!”

( One of the brawlers tackles the other onto the ground with a sickening crunch. The crowd cringes. Flayn shudders;; okay, maybe that one wasn’t as much of a thrill... )