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[right][sub][Color=#D6D6E7]Location: Moonwoven > Coliseum > Nearby Hill[/color][/sub][/right]

Aeris had woken up this morning in a somewhat good mood. Given the current state of lunar affairs was actually a rarity. That good mood crashed quickly when she remembered what day it was. The festival. She had been roped into taking part in the veterans tournament, something that she can't quite remember how it came about. Either way, Aeris couldn't back out now. Not without seeming like a coward. And despite her reservations, she wasn't a coward. Her morning routine stayed the same: She had her coffee and light breakfast, usually toast, and spent the first hour working on clothes. She had several commissions at the moment, and this morning a pair of suit trousers was occupying her mind. 

After finishing off her work, she finally decided to leave Moonwoven. Well, not at least before she spent thirty minutes cleaning the shop to perfection. Something she normally did at night, but it became clear to herself that she was stalling going to the coliseum. She knew she couldn't delay forever and thus left the shop, locking it up and making her away across New Rome.

At the tournament itself Aeris signed in and looked at who she was up against and then let out a small sigh when she saw Avery’s name there. ‘This was going to go great’ Aeris sarcastically told herself. She knew it wasn't going to be great, but she didn't really expect for how bad it was going to be. With the matches taking place near noon, Aeris might as well have been fighting with one hand behind her back. In fact, why not give her a blindfold? Might actually make it easier. Aeris and her powers were linked to both the night cycle and lunar cycle. Her powers were strong in the darkness and weak in the sunlight. Combine that with the lunar cycle also amplifying her powers and you had a recipe for destruction. But that wasn't today. It was noon the night after a new moon. Possibly the weakest Aeris could possibly be. If it was midnight on a full moon… she would wipe the floor with Avery and have enough left to bitch slap the senate.

But there was no point fantasising about that. The battle came and went. Aeris tried to summon her lunar spear at the start of the battle. The spear made of pure moonlight turned solid. She gripped it, only for it to flicker and then shatter like glass before disappearing. With a frustrated sigh, she took her physical spear off her back and used that instead. Fighting Avery with no powers was just difficult and frustrating. Avery always seemed to be in the right place at the right time. Also, trying to use a spear in close combat against a shortsword was a difficult proposition. To win, one needed to control the distance. If your opponent got under your reach, it can be hard to block and reposition. Suffice to say, Avery knew exactly where to stand, and the fight didn't last too long until Aeris was defeated and the fight was over. Aeris gave a pissed off but graceful surrender, and made a point to leave the coliseum.

Aeris found herself on a nearby hill, slightly away from the festivities, but close enough that she could still watch and see everything going on. Sitting on the grass, she pulled out some yarn and two needles and began to knit. She wasn't quite sure what she was making, if anything at all, but she would spend the rest of the afternoon taking in the smells and sights of the festivities. Her hand movements bought her peace, and helped centre herself after her defeat. In all honesty her mood was quite low. Her mood was also tied to lunar cycles and at the new moon, she always felt the most lonely and depressed at this point. Still, the knitting kept her mind off things as the evening drew in.