Ayame's cheek pressed against Black Fang's fabric, her eyes red and wet, and from that angle the colosseum unfolded sideways, tiers rising into the winter sky full of people who were clapping for her.
In the stands, Jasmine wiped the corner of her eye with one knuckle, sniffed once at the sight of the sisters hugging, then she grinned through the tears. "If I'd known it was going to be this good of a spectacle, I would've charged ticket prices."
She was already clapping before the joke finished landing, hard and proud.
"That's my badass captain, everyone!" Serika's fists came together next, the Solar Fist pounding her palms with a booming clap that carried halfway up the tiers.
*Clap! Clap! Clap!*
"Everyone take notes! She may be petite, but she bites hard like a real dogkin!" Kitsara whooped from the dogkin stands, loud and shameless.
The dogkin were fully in agreement with their princess's observation.
In the elven sections, Myrasyn rose from her seat.
