Yasmin wrapped the remaining falafel in a spare shirt, and hit it under her measly pillow. Then, feeling strangely nervous, she did her best to nap off her meal. She would need the rest to perform well later and...well...
Guh. So strange to be nervous about this, the most benign fight she would ever have! But it was a different sort of nerves. Her other fights were for survival, or for money awarded to her master. This would be the first fight she ever participated in that was done for her own potential reward. Huh. Maybe it wasn't so much nerves as anticipation and excitement. She'd never done a match where she could actually win something, and win something nice. Never had a match been fun.
It was a different sort of feeling.
When the time came, she rose and headed for the practice yard. She didn't bother with armor, nor did she bring her weapons; this was only a friendly sparring match, after all, and there were plenty of wooden swords there to fight with. She got there a little early, since she always preferred that to being late, and took a seat in the sand with a wooden sword laid across her knees as she waited.