#bergen_county

...even if she appreciates the vote of confidence.

"Tell me somethingg I don't know" Dee clasps her friend's arm "Drinks later? Dr. Pepper for peace"

"Totally!" She extends a hand to clasp.

Folks do applaud at the touchingg friendship.

A belated look over at the cloak. Art sighs, and admits to the vendor that he has no coins. Bluebell admires it all the same. "Perhaps next year." The pooka allows.

"A pity..." The vendor smiles, and mouths to Bluebell he can store it on layaway till Yule

Brekke must face the woman who beat her last year, Dame Doomwind!

She looks forward to this! A respectful salute!

"Dee, grab popcorn - THIS is gonna be a good one!"

And it is! Two exchange of power, lances shatter, Splinters fly!

But on third pass, Brekke dismounts Doomwind!

Dee's jaw drops open, "WOW"

The sound of impact resounded around the stands and beyond.

Brekke trots Stormwake back to check that Doomwind is all right.

Frank stands, watching with fierce pride.

she lays flat, a healer tending her, but Dernhelm says "Jeg tror jeg så Valhall et øyeblikk der"

Siv fights a snerk and translates for those near her "She just said she thought she saw Valhalla for a moment there"

Dag leans forward, watching with concern.

Brekke chuckles and dismounts. "Nei, du har fortsatt for mye arbeid å gjøre her."

She waits by Doomwind's side until the healer has finished.

She chuckles, the healther withdraws and she says in thickly accented English "Well, Gulltrin is yours if you want." She does look wistfully at the horse then smiles "You could get quite the stable"

Brekke offers a hand to clasp. "I will ask you to buy him back with a good cask of ale, and to keep her in your excellent care. Our stables are full to bursting as it is."

She takes it "Generous terms. The field is yours. Unless that satyr gets VERY lucky" A chuckle

"I think I just crapped my pants" Dee whispers to Dagmar

A soft snerk.

"Well, figure it this way - once Snowthorn is in our stable, logistics get way easier for Joust Club."

"Mm." A nod, and she sizes D'Lorien up.

"Hey nno no no... I just got him for my own" Dee says.

D'Loreann is athletic, no twig she. But she's so youngg, or so it might seem.

And Brekke mounts back up to prepare for the next joust.

Still, the satyr reattaches her helm

As the final joust is called... D'Lorrean puts up a valiant effort, staying in the saddle, landing some marks, but she can't play points against such an expeirened jouster... she's simply bested by Brekke .

But it is a GOOD joust! Suspenseful to the last point!

And it is too her credit, that Dee , who looks ready to fall over, waits until victory is declared before she allows herself to pass out from the pounding

Even out cold, she stays in the saddle, her horse making sure

Brekke accepts the victory declaration, but then reaches over to steady Dee in her saddle. As she rides Stormwake out of the ring, Snowthorn moves alongside (being a very intelligent horse), so that it seems that Brekke and Dee are riding out together.

Only when they are out of the ring does she give her opponent a HeatherBalm to heal her.

One noble might be heard muttering "If only she weren' serving an Ailil. Such a waste of talent"

Dee wakes up, "Did I win? Oh wait... no.. but that was a nice dream. Well played, Chieftain"

Bluebell eyes the noble walking past... if only she wasn't leashed to a fledge right now!

"You did very well, indeed, Dame. Please excuse me...the Count summons me." And she trots off to her liege.

Still, she says in a not-so-quiet tone, "Tis a shame, Art, that not all nobility it brought up with proper manners. Even to one such as I, a silly rabbit of no name to speak, it is known."

Mmm hard to tell that noble's house, favoring gilden garments. But he turns at the not so quiet tone, "Too bad they're both not leashed...far further afield"

Art steps forward, straightening himself to as tall as he can, and faces the noble with all the dignity he can muster. "Sir, you should apologize to the lady."

"Is there trouble?" Like a bad penny, Thistle turns up!

"This gentleman has insulted miss Bluebell, and our Lord's house."

"Hey, you don't furkin' do that!" Easy enough to get her pepper up.

"Your lord runs a barony best known as a pet store" The noble sniffs "And your own pett is impertient"

A sprinkling of Nevers chime indignantly from around Thistle.