The shadows between the venue's tents and other simple structures all seemed like enemies as Nohre and Fusand tried to snake toward the main event area. Competition equipment and supply crates created a maze of potential hiding spots, a fact that hadn't escaped their notice. Elua's lessons ran through their mind as she shakily guided her fellow disciple between two of the larger pavilions.
'Stay aware of your surroundings. Always note your exits. Keep essence rolling close to your body.'
The braided teen had already loosened the cap on her water container when they first sensed someone following them. Her fingers stayed near the leather vessel while scanning for others who might help if it came to it. But their pursuer had been careful - this section of the grounds was conspicuously empty of any cultivators…
"I just want to talk, okay?"