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Here was the thing - Alexin deserved a seat at the front, right at the ringside. Not for blood colour - though that had crossed their mind - but because they were small and short, and couldn't see anything from the back. And they'd even seen a route to get there with the minimum of ducking and diving...except for one issue. There was a stern looking teenager watching them - no doubt for their cerulean jacket. The tiny blueblood was out-numbered here - most of the trolls here were on the red to yellow spectrum, with a few greenbloods here and there. There were a few other bluebloods of course - but usually clasping a lowbloods hand, or trading barbs - that is to say, quadrants. So what Alexin needed was some kind of cover or distraction. Something to grab the teenage guard's attention. Fortunately, Alexin was quite good at such things. Turning their back to the guard, they plucked a small whistle carved from the bone of their enemies (well technically it'd been papa's kill and mom had cleaned the bone for them, but it tot4lly counted!!!!) and blew. Hard. Then, nonchonantly slipping the whistle into a pocket in their jacket, rendering it invisible, they began walking towards their target.

Sinter's arm was grabbed just as something outside began to screech horribly, making half the crowd draw weapons and the other half cower. A voice hissed "Follow me!" and he was tugged through the crowd by a small figure. The figure was of course, Alexin - who was using Sinter as cover to get to the front because they were now the image of a protective highblood. The fact that they skinnier and slighter than Sinter meant absolutely nothing. Ye4h!

When the chaos calmed, Sinter and Alexin were sat on a ringside seat. The young troll beamed brightly at Sinter and spoke quietly.

"Thanks for being such a good sport - looks like we got some good seats!"

Alexin eyes momentarily widened under the sweep of their hair as the little redblood started shouting - they raised their hands, clapping them over the other trolls mouth just as he did the same with his own. A flush spread over their freckled cheeks as they realised that they were touching another troll quite intimately - rustblood or not that seemed rude. They removed their hands quickly, with an embarrassed ramble.

"Sorry for the intrusion into your personal space but shouting what you were about to eludicate would have proved reprehensible for both our individual safeties."

Then came the hissed why, and Alexins brain flickered down the many possible routes as to what why they meant - did they mean why were they here at a fiduspawn tournament? Why they were in the city? Why the distraction? But the most promising possibility was why they involved them. The troll shrugged and answered, mouth crinkling into a grin.

" You were cute."

Not necessarily a truthful answer, but hopefully a well recieved one.

Alexin watched the change of expressions play across Sinter's face with what could only be called amusement. He was cute, they decided. They'd said it originally to see the reaction, to poke at the porcupine, but the reaction had cemented it as truth. Their own face stuck in a wistful half-smile, they waited until the confusion had passed and Sinter stuck out a hand, then took it in their own, shaking it firmly but gently, as was proper.

"Alexin Flynnt. It's a pleasure to properly meet you, Sinter."

Flashing another grin at the other young troll, Alexin spoke again, trying to extend the conversation whilst the crowd settled and people went back to their seats or got new seats (it hadn't only been Alexin taking advantage of the sudden chaos to get better seats - indeed the front row had filled up extraordinarily fast with those smart enough to use the confusion to their advantage.)

"So, what creature are you hoping to see most? I hear the competitor in grey, you know, the anonymous one? I hear he has a fully-evolved horsanori!"

Alexin nodded excitedly. "They've got to be - like you say, there's no way to care for a horseanori succesfully out here. Maybe New Hemisect? It's gotta be easier to take a train to a competition than it is to walk.....though I guess with a fully evolved horsanori you could ride in...horsearoni's are too small, but a horsanori is big enough...as long as you aren't super-tall or super-fat or you know, otherwise heavy."

At the mention of a staghetti, Alexin hummed. "Staghetti are harder to keep but more battle-effective - they're less docile" (not that any fiduspawn was docile really...."then the horsearoni's. I like the fawnsta's too. They're cute, even if they're only meant as an experiment in breeding rather than an effective battle strategy. Though I guess since you can summon more than one of them because they're so low-cost you could maybe swarm-spawn them..."

Alexin MIGHT have been getting a little distracted, but Sinter's next question snapped him back on track, and he shook his head. "It's a little...messy. I play the dry version and read theories and the like, but I don't have a place in my hive far enough away from my books and the like to safely rear fiduspawn. "

Then, slightly embarrassed. "Plus uh, my lusus is pretty um. Well. They'd probably eat them!"

"Haha yeah! Are you interested in FLARP at all? I mean, I know we're a bit young now, but when we're older I totally want to play. Some of the classes come with capes, and that sounds awesome!"

Alexin looked over to the event area, where the staff were finishing up. He wasn't sure how long this conversation would last, but boy was it fun to talk to someone else interested in Fiduspawn! The next question startled him slightly, but he responded easily enough.

"Just in for the competition yeah - I live over in Four Fronds. Well. I live in the forest surrounding Four Fronds."

Alexin looked a little uncomfortable at the mention of his blood colour too. It did mark him out in this crowd, which made him feel a little like a target of sorts, but he shook himself slightly and reminded himself that he was being silly - nobody would dare attack a highblood in the middle of a publicised event, they'd be culled for it! Plus his lusus was only a whistle or cry away, and Splitch was big enough to tear down a NUMBER of trolls to save him. Yeah.

"Oh, hey! It looks like they're starting!"

Alexin grinned at Sinter one last time before turning to the match. As the dramatic match unfolded, Alexin cheered and booed as loudly as the rest of the crowd and drew in a huge gasp of delight when there was indeed proved to be a horseanori in play! It was easily the highlight of Alexin's perigree. As the match drew to an end, Alexin realised he could hear hooting outside - that was bound to be his lusus. Turning to Sinter one last time, Alexin smiled.

"Thanks for helping me out Sinter. Maybe we'll meet again, but for now I can hear my lusus hooting for me!"

He stuck out his hand and shook Sinter's enthusiastically if it was presented in turn. (If not his smile would dip slightly and his expression sour before he would shrug) - either way he turned and ran off, ending the time the two young trolls had been together somewhat abruptly.