Caroline, dressed in brown leather, rested standing up, letting her dull blade support some of her weight. She had been in three matches allready, two of which she had come out on top. Once more she thanked her grandfather under her breath for his insistamce she learn swordplay. She watched the two she had beaten, a boy and girl who had failed to introduce themselves, as they sat under the shade of a pavilion. As her thoughts drifted, she remembered watching Elaeria, the princess of Fristha, spar. As soon as she had seen the older girl take a blade, she had known why they called her the "Warrior Princess". Caroline shuddered and sincerely hoped that she would never give that girl reason to weild a sword against her. Looking around, she saw a surprising number of people still on the field. As she started counting them out of idle curiosity, she accidentally caught the eye of a particularly rough looking girl with a black snake slithering beside her. Caroline froze in place, suddenly afraid like a finch who just saw a hawk on the next tree. She tore her gaze away, hoping the girl hadn't noticed her but almost certain that she had.