11-04-2019, 02:34 PM
As the Lauchenoirian athletes made their way into the stadium, they managed to stay (mostly) in formation by some miracle. Their formation was much more relaxed than those of some countries, however. They were decked out in green, white and yellow, and walked out eagerly, smiling at the crowd.
By deliberate choice, those on the outsides of the line seemed far more enthusiastic than those in the middle. The Lauchenoirians on the outside cheered and waved, glancing up at the crowd. The flag bearers enthusiastically waved their flags, the butterflies fluttering in the wind, mimicking the motion of the real insects.
In the middle some, though not many, of the athletes seemed more subdued and warier. They still waved and smiled, but there was a hint of falseness to their attitude. These were the Communists among the delegation. They had been warned not to bring up politics during their stay, but they were still nervous.
Those appearing nervous though were well in the minority, with the vast majority of Lauchenoirian athletes looking energised and passionate about representing their country. In the wake of the civil war, they all knew Lauchenoiria’s international reputation had suffered somewhat, and they were determined that, at least for the next few weeks, when the word “Lauchenoiria” was uttered on the tongues of people across the IDU, it would refer to sport, and not to war.
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The Kerlian delegation’s formation was far tighter, with all the athletes nervous about stepping out of line, as all good, loyal Kerlians should be. As they waved and cheered as they had been ordered, they did not need to fake the sense of excitement they felt, however. In pink, purple and gold, they were representing the Matriarchy, in a foreign country!
Very, very few of them had ever left Kerlile before. In fact, of the entire group of Kerlian athletes, only those with the blood of a Councillor had ever set foot on foreign soil. It would negatively impact on their performance, they knew, that they’d had so little chance to compete in the past, but they did not care.
They looked up at the crowd with a sense of wonderment, knowing that amongst that crowd lay spectators from their own country, who, like them, had been allowed to travel for the first time. As they stared up at the crowd, the lack of gender segregation a source of interest and slight fear, it was clear to every Kerlian presently in Shuell, and many back home, that this was the beginning of a new age for the Matriarchy.
By deliberate choice, those on the outsides of the line seemed far more enthusiastic than those in the middle. The Lauchenoirians on the outside cheered and waved, glancing up at the crowd. The flag bearers enthusiastically waved their flags, the butterflies fluttering in the wind, mimicking the motion of the real insects.
In the middle some, though not many, of the athletes seemed more subdued and warier. They still waved and smiled, but there was a hint of falseness to their attitude. These were the Communists among the delegation. They had been warned not to bring up politics during their stay, but they were still nervous.
Those appearing nervous though were well in the minority, with the vast majority of Lauchenoirian athletes looking energised and passionate about representing their country. In the wake of the civil war, they all knew Lauchenoiria’s international reputation had suffered somewhat, and they were determined that, at least for the next few weeks, when the word “Lauchenoiria” was uttered on the tongues of people across the IDU, it would refer to sport, and not to war.
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The Kerlian delegation’s formation was far tighter, with all the athletes nervous about stepping out of line, as all good, loyal Kerlians should be. As they waved and cheered as they had been ordered, they did not need to fake the sense of excitement they felt, however. In pink, purple and gold, they were representing the Matriarchy, in a foreign country!
Very, very few of them had ever left Kerlile before. In fact, of the entire group of Kerlian athletes, only those with the blood of a Councillor had ever set foot on foreign soil. It would negatively impact on their performance, they knew, that they’d had so little chance to compete in the past, but they did not care.
They looked up at the crowd with a sense of wonderment, knowing that amongst that crowd lay spectators from their own country, who, like them, had been allowed to travel for the first time. As they stared up at the crowd, the lack of gender segregation a source of interest and slight fear, it was clear to every Kerlian presently in Shuell, and many back home, that this was the beginning of a new age for the Matriarchy.
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