[From her perch atop the stones ringing the dirt arena, Y'shtola watches Thancred dance. If all has gone according to plan, he hasn't the faintest idea yet that he has an audience, but his perception has outmatched her before.
Only when he asks nobody, aloud, if the spectacle shall ever end does she offer an opinion.]
Growing weary already? From here, you seem to be enjoying yourself well enough.
[So much about him is changed. It is a relief to see his craft and agility remain...though it stings, for hers do not.]
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Only when he asks nobody, aloud, if the spectacle shall ever end does she offer an opinion.]
Growing weary already? From here, you seem to be enjoying yourself well enough.
[So much about him is changed. It is a relief to see his craft and agility remain...though it stings, for hers do not.]