TP:1st of Fall, 513AV
Sei was walking through the crowded streets of Syliras, the cooler air was great. He waved at passerby, and continued down the path. It was fall, and he was still thinking about the adventure he'd be going on soon. He was locked in his thoughts, and almost ran into a door. He shook his head, and continued his thoughts, looking up every one and awhile to check his path. He turned down into an alley, and breezed through it. Somewhere near the twentieth, he was taking a trip with someone important, and he wanted to get as strong as possible before then. As he walked out of the alley, he looked up to see his favorite place.
He took a few steps forward, and looked at the Fighter Pit. The ground was rough, but there was lots of space to move around. There were benches for people to watch matches, but they were usually standing in crowds instead of using them. He ran over to the pit and breathed in. The atmosphere here was always tense. It exhilarated him. He removed his equipment, and placing them on the bench, he waited for someone to stop. He could feel the breeze every now and again, and he was excited by the tension in the air.
He jabbed at the air, and waited for a challenger.
He took a few steps forward, and looked at the Fighter Pit. The ground was rough, but there was lots of space to move around. There were benches for people to watch matches, but they were usually standing in crowds instead of using them. He ran over to the pit and breathed in. The atmosphere here was always tense. It exhilarated him. He removed his equipment, and placing them on the bench, he waited for someone to stop. He could feel the breeze every now and again, and he was excited by the tension in the air.
He jabbed at the air, and waited for a challenger.