Life in the olden days• a medieval Roleplay

[raccoon bandit]

Aslin began cooking two loaves of the sweet-smelling bread.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytan sighed and turned away from the dying horse, trying not to look at the grievous wound. "I presume we will be riding Ellethwen, then. Perhaps you could ride her in competition today, master."

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Scavander nodded "Yes, I will be" he nodded and hopped on the young squires horse, eyes on his own fallen steed.

Flare snuck from her chamber and saddled up a horse in the stables.

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Tamina held the horse as Flare mounted it.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytan stood up slowly, still avoiding the empty gaze of the dead horse. He nodded and began to walk beside his mounted master, helmet in hand. "It is a good thing that we are nearly to the festival grounds. We are but a few miles away." he said quietly.

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The knight nodded in a silent answer and walked off, putting on his silver helmet.

"Thank you" Flare said gratefully and rode of in a jade green dress

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Tamina nodded and walked back inside. She stood by the fire, warming her hands.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytan walked beside the horse in silence, occasionally touching its neck to steer it for his master. He didn't really feel like conversation, and the loss of Scavander's fine horse weighted heavily on his thoughts.

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flare rode of to the tournament. As she passed many knights flirted tediously with her, as she scrunched her nose in disgust.

Scavander rode on blankly until they reach the festival.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytan held Ellethwen for Scavander to dismount once they reached the fairgrounds. "Where shalt we wait for your event, m'lord?" he asked. "The jousters compete soon, but we need to get settled first."