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The sidhe knight is dressed in her festival finery - not a gown, though - but hunting leathers as soft as silk in black with silver trim.

She glances over the two, then away - and then back again - even through her stone skin, Gwen looks rough and disheveled. A frown twists her lovely face into a sour expression. "Fighting, Gwendolyn? I did not think that the events had started yet, nor that you intended to compete. I might expect Briar to get into some... back-ally scrap, but you? I would have hoped better."

She ..munches the cookie "it was an event for..untitled" Hoping that sinks in.

A sniff, disapproving. "Clean up before you go out again. I remind you, you are representing our Barony, and we should not all have the look of brawling urchins." As she moves to retrieve the leather falconer gloves laid out on her chair. Briar sticks her tongue out at the back of the sidhe, and follows it up by a middle finger as well.

And..her bruises..fade, not all of them, but most...

and she feels a strong temptation to flip off Calanthe as well but no, she does say "I'll clean up. Good luck on any hawking events."

Calanthe spares a small smile for Gwen. "Come watch, if you find yourself free. Perhaps this is one event in which those River trolls shan't domineer a victory." And she's off again.

"I imagine not" But she watches her go, and once Calanthe is gone, says to Briar "is it wrong I hope someone else wins?"

Briar thinks about this. "If she wins, it's a win for Silverwolf. But she'll be so full of herself." A snort. "Maybe someone's bird will shit in her hair. Do you think those attack birds can be bribed?"

"HA. If they can I don't know the best way to do it. To be fair, she's really good at hawking. It's like she's got them doing ballet up there. Yeah. Might be good to watch. "

She looks around "You dragged me all the way here?"

"Ballet, huh? On them little chicken-claws? Well, I'd rather see the fighting and the joust. How often can you watch someone get impaled?" Well, maybe that's not the point, but you can always hope.

"Naw, Dirk carried you. Well, mostly, I think there's a trail where you got dragged a bit. He said that cookie would make you better." She pokes at a bruised spot with a jabbing finger. "Did it work, or was that some sort of hoax?"

"Actually, it worked.. My bruises are a lot smaller.. " She looks over "Damn.. he's a beast... the jerk. Wait, the jerk carried me?" Surprised "Huh. Oh.. the money!" Her eyes widen

Briar's eyes gleam and she dumps her pockets. "Look at it all! I ain't never had so much in one place."

"Holy shit..." She looks over and grins "We did great"

"You rocked it out there." She adds, not even realizing the pun. "He just kept on, like WHAM, WHAM, WHAM but you wouldn't go down!"

"Well.. I did go down once..." A guilty look, "I just..wanted to give up.. but you ah.. gave me what for. Guess I was more afraid of you than him"

that last said with a BIT of a smile. Pretty sure Briar will like it

Oh, yeah. Her grin is wide enough to practically crack her face in two. "He wasn't an assclown after all. Just a badass. But you were tough enough to go toe-to-toe so that makes you a badass too. What should we do with all this money?" Suddenly a little anxious, scooping the bills into a rough stack from the jumbled pile, else someone show up to sweep it away.

"Well,we split it, you earned your share. " She says "And.. I'm gonna use mine to buy some yule gifts."

Still shes's gaping at the ammount of money. She was tough, she knew that, but she didn't really believe she was that tough. Or did I? Some part of me did. Or I'd never have made that bet. I must have been something in a past life

Briar splits it out, and hers gets scattered about her person. Some in a shoe, some into her glove, and the dross into her hat, a tattered red baseball cap - the team logo mostly worn off, but definitely not a MAGA hat.

If I buy gifts with it, then if anyone tries to take it from me 'cuz I'm a kid they'll just look like assholes. And then maybe I'll get better gifts too.

"What you wanna see next?"

"A shower or bath I guess" She sighs "I'l rinse off and Be quick" She takes her money, well, her half of it "I think I'm full food wise. The events will start soon so not sure which one we'll watch. What do you like?"

"The fights!" She answers immediately. Then frowns. "I 'spose we should watch the other stuff too. There ain't a lot of support here to cheer for our side. Baron's got his horses racing and Bluebell is dancing. And the birds, which could be cool if one goes wild and goes for the eyes." A sneer at the mention of the dancing, but she looks a bit guilty at that. She doesn't hate the pooka, after all... but.... DANCING?

"I bet the baron takes the horse race" Proud , "But we'll check out some fights too. They got one where you fight in a river or stream with a spear .. like you have to fight hte current AND the foe."

"Don't you do that one!" She retorts. "You fall, you'll sink. BLOOP."

"I know I'm not TTHAT stupid or crazy " She says and shudders at the notion "I do want to see Bluebell dancing. She's nice to me. Though, maybe some one else will break an ankle?"

"There's some dancing that's kinda cool. Like, those Australian who stomp and scream like they're gonna disembowel you. And Bluebell is a dumb bunny, but she's not bad. It's not her fault she ain't got no sense."

"Why do you think she's dumb?" Wanting to defend Bluebell.

Eyeing Gwen like this is some sort of trick. "Everyone knows pooka are dumb as rocks. And rabbits are dumb as rocks, that's why they get caught all the time. If I were a pooka - and I AIN'T, but if I were? I'd be a wolf! Or a boar, those can fuck a guy up with those tusks. But she just bounces around, and twirls and talks like she's reading some stupid poem book and can't even say what she means."

"It's not her fault, I guess." She allows.

"I guess" She says

"I think sometimes she knows al ot more than she lets on. You know in some cultures the Rabbit is a very clever trickster"

"I thought that was Coyotes!"

"Cherokee and other southeastern tribes" She says

"Huh." She says, thoughtfully. "I wonder if Bluebell knows those stories."

"She might. sometimes Rabbit DOES outsmart himself... Other times he wins.. "

She smiles "I bet there is story telling here too. "

"Story telling is for little KIDS. Unless it's got good blood n guts and fights. Even the bible has some good stuff, with people being tossed to lions and sacrified and turned into SALT. Only in the first book though. The Sequel got lame."

"Old Testament is OG" She says

"You could tell me more about that Rabbit god. Does he do any smiting?"

"OH i don't remember too many stories ... but there is one where he set someone else to get skinned alive instead of himself"

"Ooh, bitchin! You can tell me while you get cleaned up." She request/demands.

And she does.. and why Bear was VERY Pissed at Rabbit