A young girl, no older than 15 and with piercing green eyes, worked her way through the bustling crowd. She was almost a head shorter than just about anyone she came across, and her long hair would have seemed snowy white had it not been for a certain amount of dirt mixed into it. This unkempt state, along with the fact that she was dressed in a rather shabby set of tunic and trousers and carrying a battered rukcksack, meant that she might have been mistaken for a beggar. However, anyone with a certain amount of perception could see that she carried a light blue grimoire with her, marking her as someone who wasn't just here for easy coin.
"Uh, excuse me!" she called to a passerby "Could you point me to the colosseu..." her voice trailed off as the stranger walked on without a second glance. She repeated the exercise twice with similar results. Right she thought to herself Too young, and too poor to be noticed. Guess I'm on my own, like usual. Frustrated, she glanced around the crowded street until her eyes fell on a pole topped with a lamp on a street corner. She deftly weaved through the sea of people towards the lamp, stowing her grimoire in her rucksack before leaping, catlike, onto the pole. In what looked like one smooth motion, she clambered hand over hand up the lamp until she was at the top. She gazed out over the crowded streets, smiling as she felt the sun on her face.
There she thought to herself as she spotted the colosseum gates down the street to her left. She slid down the pole as swiftly as she had ascended it, noticing a few extra stares in her direction as she did so. Normally she would've been fine with not being noticed, so the extra attention unnerved her slightly. That was just how she operated though. Short, quick, unseen, and unremarkable. If today went as she hoped though, that would all be in the past.
As she past the food stalls, her stomach gave a considerable rumble. Frowning, she dug through her pockets and pulled out a handful of coins. It wasn't much, in fact it was barely enough for some of the cheaper stalls, but she knew it would be a bad idea to take the exam on an empty stomach. Coin would come her way eventually, it always did, but it still never felt good parting with the last of what she had. She handed over the pile of coins and received a hunk of grilled and seasoned pork on a stick. Food in hand, she made her way to the the registration lines and, before long, was at the front of one of them.
"Kohra Mey. 15. I'm from Ihu." she said to the attendant matter-of-factly.
"Ihu. Never heard of it, but whatever you say", the attendant replied in a bored sort of voice as they noted down the information.
Kohra clenched the fist that wasn't holding onto her rucksack. Of course you've never heard of it, it probably barely exists anymore, she thought.
"Aren't you a little young to be taking the exam?" the attendant replied while filling out Kohra's information.
Kohra felt anger rise in the back of her throat. She was young, she knew that, but she didn't have time to tell everyone her life story. This was upsetting, because maybe they wouldn't underestimate her if they knew what she'd been through.
"I have my grimoire, so I'm applying.", she replied flatly to the attendant.
"Well, here's your badge anyway, number 198", the attendant said, handing her a small wooden badge that Kohra clipped to her tunic wordlessly before walking away and towards the gates of the colosseum.
As she walked, she took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. It wouldn't do well to be all worked up during the exam. She would have to rest and focus while she could if she wanted to pass, and she needed to pass.
"C'mon, it's easy money! Isn't that supposed to be what your kind's all about...?"
Those simple words were all it took to snap Kohra out of her calm space. She could immediately tell where the voice had come from. A little further ahead of her, a group of raucous individuals looked like they were taunting a red-headed boy not much older than herself. Initially her instincts told her to brush it off, that it wasn't worth getting confrontational over, but then she remembered why she was here.
Right, run towards trouble, not away from it. If I'm going to be a knight, I better start acting like one. I'll keep an eye on this and see if he needs me to step in at all.
Kohra fell into lockstep behind the rowdy group, listening intently as a busty woman began verbally poking at the troublemakers.