A warm breeze blew through the stands. Sophia's long dark hair fluttered about, the single white streak shining like lightning against a night sky. It was a nice day, briefly the princess wondered why anyone would want to fight when the weather was so nice, but she decided such things weren't for her to understand. She noticed Gareth seemed to have gotten lost within his own thoughts for a moment. She sat quietly for a few seconds, watching the young man with curiosity. She straightened the circlet that sat on her head and smiled. "Thinking about something?" She asked, curious as to what was on the half-elf's mind.