[color=0076a3][h3][center]~~Seleth~~[/center][/h3][/color]
Early Morning, Church of Aylama.
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Bah, fools. The lot of them. She had taken a leave of absence from pretty much everything these past few days, likely causing quite a bit of commotion from other students at the academy. She could already hear their voices. Calling her a coward. Saying she was scared that she'd lose. Saying that she was tucking her tail between her legs like a scared puppy and running. She'd show the lot of them - she wasn't running. She wasn't cowering in fear, no, if anything she was even more determined. She was just...taking some time to self reflect.

...

[color=0076a3]"Urgh," [/color]The Dark Elf cracked open one of her eyes, observing the silent, dimly lit Sanctuary room she meditated in. [color=0076a3]"This is troubling."[/color] She had found herself here often in the last months, questioning a number of things about a plethora of different topics. Most of them related to her behavior and if the Dark Goddess would be happy with her. The small church had become almost a second home to her, the head priest - a beast kin, was quite accommodating and welcoming. "What do I even do?! What is this 'Humbleness' they speak of?" In a rather inelegant fashion, she broke the meditation pose, flailing her outstretched arms in a rather childish fashion. [color=0076a3]"Argh, I should just blast them all in the face!"[/color]

Stopping her whining, she sighed, returning to a cross legged position as she glanced up at the early morning sun through the stained glass window.

...Ah, what to do? She couldn't keep this up, could she? It was obvious she was in the wrong so many times, but...

[color=0076a3]"You're letting everyone else get to you, Sel."[/color] She grumbled as she walked, shaking her head, glancing into a mirror. [color=0076a3]"You're good. You're skilled, that's just a fact."[/color] The melancholic expression that stared back didn't change. [color=0076a3]"Welp,"[/color] She stood, brushing off her dress and reclaiming her spear from where it was leaning against the wall. [color=0076a3]"I'll figure it out as I go, I guess."[/color] She shook her head. "How hard can being 'nice' and 'humble' and 'friendly' be?"

Registration Tents
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Making her way out of the church, Sel strolled through Zauberheim at a relaxed pace, spear resting on her shoulder as she made her way to the northern courtyard where she should be signing up for this tournament. It was easy, right? She could do something like this. She was one of the best mages in Zauberheim, in all of Meylia! That was just a fact, a simple fact. So why couldn't she stop nervously reciting scriptures and going over the histories of the goddess internally?

Soon enough, she reached the purple tents, surprised to see so few people here. She had expected more competition than this. Perhaps she was worrying for nothing? 

[color=0076a3]"Huhm, I expected more people, but I suppose it's nice that everyone knows their place."[/color] She mused quietly to herself. Walking up to the purple tents, she nervously glanced around for any familiar faces. She had a certain...facade to keep up, after all. She couldn't let other people see herself so flustered, especially those that might know her.