[@Shandria] [@Bell]

Daphelora tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear as she continued to walk to the arena, arm still wrapped around the Dragonkin's waist. [color=f6989d]"I'm sure they all have their own different skill sets."[/color] She brought a hand to cup her own chin, [color=f6989d]"I wonder who I'll be up against." [/color] 

Daph arched a eyebrow at the other's words, looking around them to find what Shandria was referring to. She knew Dragonkin could sense things an average human could not. With that thought, a look of concern appeared on her face. She chose not to pester her about it, however, not wanting to be so bluntly nosy. If there were something urgently important that Shandria sensed it'd be brought up, she concluded. Maybe she was simply having an off day. She shrugged, continuing her way toward the arena, the Dragonkin still at her side.

Finally, the two arrived at the arena. She looked up at the large flags forming a circle, they flapping and whipping from the chill air. Her arms crossed over her chest, as best they could anyways, eyes focusing on the two brawling it out inside the arena. She watched as Gareth kept the other, Silvia, pinned to the ground. His brute strength was clearly visible. Daph couldn't help but feel impressed and it caused her urge to fight to increase more by the second. Her eyes quickly darted up to her mother's throne, wondering if she'd noticed her entrance yet or not.