by CarrieVS » Thu Feb 23, 2017 12:35 pm
Eliver hurries towards the crowd gathered in the outer ward, somewhat late, and tries to avoid catching Sir Elad's eye. A squire whom he recognises after a moment as Bleddyn is just beginning his tilt at the quintain that's set up in the centre of the space. His aim is true but Eliver winces in sympathy as Bleddyn takes a knock from the counterweight. But he keeps his seat.
Eliver joins two other squires who are talking with Bleddyn after he dismounts, "Bad luck there, that was well ridden." He smiles, and to save the quiet lad from having to reply quickly goes on, "I'll see if Strawcutter will let me have a go."
He moves away and approaches the castellan, "Sir Elad, I'll take a turn if I may."
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