Prompt: Crisp
Cutting through his sleepiness, the crisp morning air after the storm's passing was a balm to Macbeth; it was harder to be melancholy when the world was bright and fresh (though Jellal certainly seemed to have no trouble in that department).
It seemed to revive Erza's spirits somewhat as well, with her smile returning and her playful banter with the others resuming – much to Erik, Meredy, and Sorano's relief, as they had been starting to worry for the redhead.
Unfortunately, with her mood improved, so too did her desire to spar with everyone in order to keep herself fit for battle; her eyes were glittering with enthusiasm as she brandished her sword at Macbeth, and a smile playing about her lips with her challenge to him.
He wondered why he had accepted, later, when he was laid out on the ground with her sword at his throat.
Yet, somehow, he found that this defeat didn't rankle nearly so much as the prior one had.