After eight grueling minutes, Sylvia guided her back out, Ezren’s mahogany hair now braided in an intricate crown atop her head. Streaks of orange and magenta crisscrossed elegantly beneath the teal goggs nestled in her hair and swirling gold ink curled around her eyes. Ezren would’ve much preferred her leggings and oversized sweater, but now that she was a Belethea athlete ambassador, she was expected to put on a show at every appearance.
