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Aleiia giggled some. Oh she just they'd be together! She was so happy for them. "Alright. After the Feast." She whispered and watched as Terrowin mounted his steed. She caught his smirk and returned him one of her own. She gripped her sister's hand lightly as if to say 'this is what I was talking about.'

She watched him closely as he prepared for his match. She was ever aware of her father's presence so she was sure to keep her pride and excitement from her face.

Soon the match commenced and Terrowin was the victor. It took all she had not to rise from her seat amd cheer his name. She just clapped like she did for all the victors but she couldn't wait for him to bring her the flowered ring. Maybe her hand could brush his. She craved his touch, even only for a small brush.

She watched with a smile as he politely held out his hand to hid fallen opponent who seemed to want nothing to do with it. She couldn't hear either of them but the barbarian's body language was not one of a good sportsmen. "Babaric..." She muttered under her breath.