between two lungs

Fatigued, the blonde Uchitel slung her satchel across her shoulder as she entered the Arena again. It was a quiet, lonely night, and the wind was blowing uncontrollably against her hair. She swore, hoping to get it cut next time she found a decent hairdresser.

She sat down on the cold stone ground, trying to see what was in the satchel. In the darkness, she could only make out a canteen of water. She gently opened it and slowly swallowed the water before gently putting in back in her bag.

The eleven-year old Hitrost had been bored the whole day at the Telsa Manor. Mikayla got a migraine for yelling at the house elves. They seemed to never have anything ready when she wanted it.

Her father being out of town with her mother and brother, and Anastasia wasn't even locked up in her room. You couldn't hear her screams from the closet she stayed in when her parents tortured her. Mikayla thought it would be fun to have a little fun with the house-elves since they couldn't obey her orders, she gave them the cruelest jobs she could think, but even that got tiring after a bit.

Engulfed by boredom, she decided to go for a walk. Giving random twists and turns, she ended up at the arena. The sky seemed darker than it was from when she got out of her "humble" abode, so the arena seemed really dark.

Stepping in quietly, she could faintly see a girl sitting down in the cold hard ground.

Lena stared at her satchel for a second, before she looked up and felt the presence of another person Her instincts told her to stay away, to stay where she was, so she did. She decided to observe her satchel for a while, stroking it dark brown leather like it was Camellia. Speaking of Camellia, where was she? The Uchitel hoped she was well.

Eventually, she could ignore it no longer. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I know you're out there," she announced, her voice not trembling, "who are you and what are you oing here?"

She could sense fear in the strangers voice and couldn't help but smirk and chuckle only for it to echo across the arena.

Her shoes echoed on the floor as she made her way to the stranger while biting the inside of her cheek to restrain the laughter that was threatening to spill out due to her frightened voice. She took one good look. Blonde hair, light colored eyes is what she could make out in the dark.

Mikayla raised her eyebrows, waiting for something to happen, since the girl had her eyes closed.