[b]"It's very close to Rosanne, actually,"[/b] An'zu replied, voice softening to a whisper as she thought of home. Her not being there shouldn't be a problem, right? It wasn't like she actually did anything; she just traveled from city to city, reciting lines they fed to her while she played at being love-stricken. She shook her head, forcibly dispelling any depressing thoughts out of her head. Being sad was not allowed. Freedom from the responsibilities they forced upon her was everything she wanted and now that she had attained that freedom, she [i]will[/i] enjoy it.

Looking to change the subject, An'zu refocused on the match, just in time to see the first victory of the day. [b]"Oh, look!"[/b] she pointed at one jouster as he was painfully unseated from his horse, the loud clang from when his opponent's lance hit him square on the chest still ringing clearly. The falling jouster landed on his arm wrong, and she could have sworn she heard bones crack. People cheered as someone declared the unharmed jouster the winner. [b]"Whoa. Jousting's pretty brutal, isn't it?"[/b]

An'zu winced as someone rushed over to the jouster to set his broken arm and leg—it seemed their cleric was yet to arrive—and turned her head away from the arena, looking around everywhere but the man screaming in agony. She always hated watching others get treated. From her perch on Lune's shoulders, An'zu was privy to a lot of the goings-on around the arena, and so she focused on them instead. Over there, just to her right, there was a man and woman loudly arguing over who would win the tournament. Across the street, someone was taking bets—oh, never mind, some guards just took him away. 

[b]"Ylisse certainly is an interesting place,"[/b] she told Lune, smiling. An'zu placed both hands against his cheeks, freely swiveling his head as she pointed out things she thought seemed interesting. This time, she spied the poor-looking redhead man from earlier this morning. She couldn't tell what was happening, but from where she was, it certainly seemed as though the brown-haired man and the tall redheaded woman were fighting over him. "Do you see that guy? I gave him my best cake! I wonder what he's doing now."

It didn't take long for An'zu to lose interest in whatever love triangle the man got himself involved, however, as soon after she noticed a woman arriving at the arena with a wyvern trailing behind her. She had seen many wyverns before, but never one that looked as graceful as this one. Perhaps it was because the woman it arrived with seemed to exude such elegance, as well? She heard that the bonds between a wyvern and a rider are extremely deep; it wouldn't be too farfetched for the two to be similar.

Excitedly, she turned Lune's head that way, under the impression he'd like to see it too. Who wouldn't want to see wyverns up close? [b]"Lune, look, there's a wyvern over there!"[/b]