I was looking for a breath of life,

A little touch of heavenly light

Days were long and dull in the Dragon’s Throat, at least this one had been, and to Asavvi it so often seemed that whatever state she was in would last forever. When she was happy it seemed her life would always be so; when she was frittered she thought herself doomed to a life of terror; she had yet to realizes that life would have its ups and downs and they were likely to shift as quickly and as often as the weather. Today (or better to say, this hour) she was bored. Her mother and father were both on patrol and so she could not tag along after them as she liked to do; Nizho had been left to some adventure that she undoubtedly would have found too nerve-wracking; and Mordecai of course could’t be bothered with her little sister. She didn’t always feel it so keenly, but once in a while, the filly found herself an outsider in her own family, they were all so bold and fearless, and she was Asavvi the Timid.

Without familial company for the better part of the day, the little star-seeker had settled herself near the arena—more often than not there were others here, and so she thought it might be a good spot to make some new acquaintances. She’d settled herself on one of the wide perches of the metal-crafted trees, one low enough that she could jump too for her little wings were not yet big enough to lift her. She lolled under the blue sky, wishing for the night to come. She always liked night best. When her family would come together at the end of each day, when the stars would shine in the heavens and all was right in the world.

"What is this place?” it was said quietly, and so the girl almost missed it in the midst of her daytime sky gazing. Her dark little head lifted looking towards the interior of the arena and finding a young mare she’d not seen before: a pegasus patched with earth and clouds. 

The weight on her young mind lifted. This was something she could do, someplace she could be helpful because of she knew exactly what this place was, how could she not when here parents made use of it so often, when her twin would babble about the days to come when he would be the champion in the arena? She scrambled up and off her platform and moved forward with the hopes of making a new friend. “Greetings!” She said through a sweet smile, her norman formality of speech sounding perhaps a little odd in her giddy, bubbling voice. “I do apologize for eavesdropping but i couldn’t help but hear.” She stopped in front of the spotted figure and gave a little bow. “This is the Arena, it’s where the warriors practice. My father is the Gladiator, and he’s here all the time and mother says she would like to train more, but she’s Sultana you know, and is very very busy—“ She caught herself rambling and cut off the sentence with an apologetic smile. “My name is Asavvi. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance.”