#bergen_county

"He's the better wrestler, and it is within the rules."

Brekke gives Kealan a look...one that might make him hope he doesn't get paired against Brekke this year in the joust.

"AND NOW the Joust..." Someone yells

Kealan gives a weak laugh... "flipping karma"

"You have done very well indeed," Brekke says quietly to Frank.

Frank touches Brekke's hand and gets a drink of water before going to cheer her."

A slight grin at the touch...and then her look becomes focused and determined as she prepares for the joust.

Is it chance? truly Karma? Or perhaps someone tweaks the line up so yes, Baron Kealan will face Brekke if she can make it to the third round

She wears a helm...so if her grin is extra-wolfish is hard to say.

And Dagmar faces a Duck Pooka in aother row, Lord Mallard!

Dee calls out to Dagmar "Try to last long enough so we can tilt, I'll do the same"

Salute!

"Dagmar.." Siv comes up "Try this.." She presents the Owl helm

Brow.

"Don't worry, all it does really is make you and your horse quieter... I thought maybe later you could take Symon for a ride in the bi..er sidecar..but it can take a hit. No cheat. Got it at Auction"

"It looks cool."

"Glad you like" She hands it over "have fu"

She tries it on!

It fits like a glove

Well, a HELM

At the side of the list, Brekke confers quietly with Stormwake, turning to look at Baron Kealan now and again.

"Really, do we have to do this? It seems somewhat demeaning." Art says, looking back at Bluebell.

The pooka has a completely straight expression as she holds onto the tail of the Monkey-shaped backpack. "It's the rule for all fledges, they must be kept in strict control."

"But THISTLE doesn't..."

Bluebell raises an eyebrow, and glances fondly at the bracelet that jingles on her wrist. "Thistle is being personally escorted by Linnea, who declined the honor of your company. In fact, she said you were not to come at all, but well, I have a bit of pull."

They discuss as they pass the jousting arena.

the Baron is about to face his OWN challenger...

Thistle is poking around all the crafts entries!

Brekke's helm turns towards where Frank sits in the stands. A nod.

While Thistle runs into some amazing wood work , depictions of Wolves, Bears, and Stags ....Dagmar defeats the Duck Knight .. err Lord Mallard. Brekke WHOOMPS a Fiona Satyr who takes it his loss well.

Brekke congratulates him on a bout well-contested.

Art sees a centaur wilder male, Jordan. He glances over at the monkey gear and blinks "Suddely my life seems not so bad"

Bluebell wanders over to a seller of fine silks and gowns, and tugs on the end of the tail... drawing Art away from the weapons booth handily at the same time, just as he was going to explore a selection of daggers.

((Frank nodded back. Tucked into Brekke's gauntlet is a standard white cotton handkerchief with a silver and blue tree guarding a forest path embroidered on it.))

Brekke's foe was courteous... and another round, another foe for each.. until Finally, Brekke faces Kealan.

And Dagmar faces Dee.

BIG GRIN - and not even by troll standards!

Brekke checks in with Dagmar. "This is going well. You are ready?"

"Yeah. I'm glad I get to face Dee!"

Dee grins back "Joust Club!"

"Joust club!"

Dee, Dame Lavender, riding forward on HER very own stallion!

Brekke chuckles briefly, nodding. "Do well."

"Something for the lad?" the vendor asks Bluebell and arty , showing up a cloak with stardust like hues at the end

And Brekke goes to meet her own foe...the one who seems to have set Frank up earlier. No, she hasn't forgotten.

Dagmar tilts!

While Keleaan faces karmic three rounds, Dagmar and Dee get to tilt, and both are joyous in it. Dagmar has more raw power, and is NO slouch in riding or striking true. D'Lorean might be JUST a bit better rider, and her strikes just a bit truer. She can't dismount her friend and rival, but she weaves and cases a clean miss. After that, it's a matter of playing the points. Accuracy over all, and Dee might just have the best tilt of her life

"Holy shit it worked" Dee says surprised her play worked

Snowthorn nickers Dee says "Okay yes. right. Mannners" A knightly salute

Star gives Snowthorn a withering look and prances off, head still held high.

Folks cheer, but some speak that luck was at play as much as anything

"Congrats, Dee! Chief's gonna kick your ass!"

Brekke clears her throat at Dagmar's brag. Her knight must, also, remember manners.