Lystra could never say she was a fan of the heat. Maybe it was because she didn't have a darker complexion even after all these years, but she always made sure to avoid the scorching sun when possible. She tended to burn quite easily, and dealing with it was an annoying pain in the ass. Normally, she'd be off sitting in the shade somewhere taking a nap, but she had found this little duel to be interesting at least. She was sitting on the sidelines, legs crossed as she watched the boys fight their little practice duel or whatever it was they were having. 

	Kalo and Kalen. Sons of the chief. She had noting against them, really, but she didn't exactly know either of them all that well. She had never really been one to get caught up with happenings of the clans higher ups - too much work involved. That said, she was always curious about them. Knowing about what they usually got up to in their spare time would have been interesting to find out at least. Wouldn't be too hard to figure out.

	Honestly, she didn't understand the point of the duel. Something about the determining the strongest or something? Honor? Or just a celebration? Honestly, it looked pretty tiring and made her glad she was not a guy so she'd never have to do it. Granted, learning how to fight seemed like it could be fun, but not during the hot seasons. So she'd content herself for now merely watching. Wouldn't be the first time watching a duel or a fight between people. Sometimes, such a thing was the only interesting thing going on around here.

	When the duel was over, with Kalo as the victor, Lystra joined in and gave a friendly cheer. It was quickly silenced by his father, though. Spoilsport. No harm in a little boasting as long as he didn't go around shoving the victory in Kalen's face. Well, not like she was going to argue that much. Wasn't her place, and would only get her into a [i]lot[/i] of trouble. So she merely returned Kalos' confident smile with a friendly wave, a grin, and a small giggle of her own before her foster mother grabbed her by the wrist and promptly pulled her to her feet.

	"Alright alright, mom!" She replied hastily with a small giggle. "It's food! You don't have to hurry me up...there will still be enough for you when you get there! I'm certainly not going to eat all of it." A small playful insult towards her foster mother. Nothing new there, really. The woman was...well, she didn't quite think of her as 'mom' but she was someone she cared about even if she didn't entirely show it all that often. After her mother died two years ago, this woman saw to it that she still had a place to stay and was taken care of. She had to at least be grateful for that.

	She followed after her mother to the feast as quickly as she could while still allowing herself to be dragged. The feast was always delicious, and she was quite looking forward to it and to possibly hang out with a few other people her age. It smelled absolutely delicious as she was practically dragged over by her mother. If there was one thing she was glad these little events and duels brought, it was the possible feast afterwards.