location : sparring grounds ⏲ day two , morning of the tournament from : sora arryn , lord of the eyrie to : petyr arryn , lord of the eyrie [ @illuminvtes ]
compared to the first day, after the festivities and the speech that filled sora's chest with frustration and anger, he has reached more of an equilibrium. that is not to say that the young arryn is calm now, far from it; though he has made room in this frustration, having toyed with it all through the night. settling into the feeling and starting to make something through it instead. hearing about the tournament was an upside, as sora had always enjoyed venting through martial arts. he looks forward to these two days, to channel it all, to show off the hard work that has accumulated through years of training and travel. it is even more thrilling to know that he will be sparring with his dad; that they will showcase the arryn strength and strategy to other houses. knowing that this is public only spurs him further, and it's hard to hide the grin on his face as he and his father set foot on one of the sparring pads, starting to warm up for what is to come. "father." a bow, the official first step of a match, one he learned when he was a child, from the man that's standing in front of him now. he raises his fists, and waits him to start. "i would say don't go easy on me- but i think i know that already." the grin widens. "let's give them a show?"
