Reinholdt/Seloria/OPEN - Fighters Guild Exhibition
Seloria had an interest in fighters. Considering all the males in her family had gone to the guild, she never felt bored watching them beat each other. There was always a feeling that she could see more specifics in their movements and techniques than she would have if she hadn't seen people practice in the yard at home. The thoughts of practices also brought some sour memories with them. These were memories she shoved down.
Almost as if the thought had dredged up her very being an apparition surfaced across the field. She had to be seeing things. Perhaps it was the light glaring off the armor, but the features looked so similar Seloria couldn't bring herself to fully deny the fact that the woman standing there was, in fact, her wayward sister. She hadn't seen her in so long, she thought that maybe it was a trick of her mind.
The features were there, however. The ones they shared. There was no mistaking it was Aspel, even as she put on her helmet and entered the fight. She'd stared at her for what felt like an eternity and watched her step out, ready.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed with dizziness, she stumbled backward attempting to keep from falling ungracefully onto the ground. What she didn't realize was that someone was standing behind her. Her hand came to grip his arm to steady herself. "Excuse me," she somehow managed, not that she let go just yet.