The nearly finished competition grounds sprawled before a woman in an ornate dress. Corde hez Iralev looked onto a patchwork of tents and training circles already taking shape in the plains outside of it. Her sharp, dark eyes tracked the movements of fellow Void Defense Society members as they etched boundary markers for the hired sigilists.
Each grouping of Guilds worked with efficiency, their coordinated efforts speaking to the enormous *need* for the upcoming events… as well as the practice they had in arranging things every eighteen years.
The familiar weight of her slim blade tapped against her hip as she descended the gentle slope - an item that was also needed and whose use was well practiced. Early morning light caught on the patterns adorning her black battle dress, making clearer distinction of the embroidery and its very deep blue fabric.
