#rivervale_lodge

"Game of Speed will be right after. Winners of each compete in a final game." Kerri announces.

Siv looks up, "Gonna show us how it's done dad?"

She turns an ashy purple when Frank approaches, looking away.

It looks like the childlings have finally been guided through various mishaps and have each been rewarded with their piece of cake...but told they must eat it without using their hands. More giggling.

He chuckles. "Not sure I have the hands for it any more." He admits. "It's a lot of weight, even for us, to hold a log like that upright in your hands." He brings his hands together in the right pose, then lifts. He drops them, and shrugs.

He glances at the cake-smeared childlings and chuckles.

Parents and guardians indulge this merry mess.

Gerd doesn't mind the challenge and gives advice

"You want to give it a go? " Siv says to Dagmar.

Meanwhile, yes, the caber toss is getting ready, and Brekke is competing.

"I don't know how."

"Hello." Frank greets Symon. "Not sure we've met. I'm Frank King."

He offers a scarred hand.

Siv beams as her mom lines up, then looks to Dagmar, "They'll be happy to give you some hints. Give her a go. Strong as you are you might hold your own against our powerhouses"

He stands slightly off behind Dagmar, and seems surprised when the troll greets him. A swallow, and eyes flick to Dagmar and Siv for a moment before returning to him. His hand starts to extend - then he swaps the burger still clutched into his other palm and wipes a smear of grease and soot off on his shirt before tentatively taking the hand. "...mn" His whisper scarcely audible among the others.

"Nice to meet you too." His voice is a quiet rumble you feel in your chest. He's 9 feet tall.

Dagmar watches the older trolls line up for the caber toss.

Sylvi is leaning on the edge of the practice ring. She's strong, but not caber toss strong.

"Dagmar, you want to give it a shot?" Indicating the caber toss.

Colton looks at his glass arm, his brow knits, and he straightens his tunic, "Well, a squire's got to try what a squire has got to try" he heads up to get in line

Notably short for a lad his age, he is positively dwarfed by the Mountain. Well, they didn't call him that for no reason. He nods up at him once more, then slinks a step back. Lovecraft snickers, her otherworldly yowl more audible than Symon's whisper. "He's not glad to meet aaaaanyone." Eyes widening, and he hisses at the shadowcat. "Hush!"

"It's not difficult. Balance mostly." And Frank explains the basics, so that spectators as well as potential participants can enjoy as well.

Sylvi looks surprised at Colton...then says, "Wait." She grabs a sprig of blossoms off a tree branch, and tucks it into his hair behind one horn. "For luck."

colton blushes, then "Thank you"

He had offered, after all, so remains close by Dagmar, unsure if she's entranced by the games enough to want to stick around. Now that the sun is starting to move towards dusk and the games have people's attention, he is content enough to slink in the background until she seems ready to split.

Hesitates, looking over at Symon.

He gives her a shrug, slinking close enough to remark. “Dickwaving contests. But, prizes are prizes.... maybe something good?”

"Pretty good." Frank agrees.

"Come on. I can walk you over if you want."

"I want to watch the Chieftess compete, anyway."

"...maybe."

(And a mottled gray flush if that was in response to his remark. Fuuu-dge, that wasn’t meant to be overheard!)

Another hesitation before she starts towards the ring.

"You're welcome to come too." He offers to the sluagh, but not pushing, and he follows along with Dagmar.

Colton sees Dagmar coming in, and nods, "Let's show the old timers how it's done." then under his breath "We're so gonna get creamed" But he smiles

She lingers at the fringes, arms crossed. It is ambiguous whether she's watching, or lined up with the potential competitors.

The field past the practice ring has been cleared of people, and the Chieftain is first to try. Her form is good as she gets the log upright...balanced...gets her hands under...and HEAVES.... It goes flying in a high arc, and then the other end lands with a THUD several yards away...before falling back towards Brekke. She chuckles and shakes her head a bit. "Losing my touch!" the Chieftain announces good naturedly.

She watches Brekke's toss intently, studying.

Sylvi sees Dagmar nearby and explains, "One time she threw it...it landed on the end like that...then kept going, like another bounce. It was pretty crazy."

She swallows, and nods.

There is, however, a solid round of applause for the Chieftain, and she steps aside.

Frank applauds loudly, and goes to take a spot near Brekke, seeing as how Dagmar has peer-company.

"You know the rules?" Sylvi asks Dagmar.

Siv whooped loud and large for her mother!

"Frank explained a little..."

Symon does move over to watch, but is clearly to one side. Not that any would suspect him of being a competitor, at least not in brute strength...

In an unusual show of public physical affection, Brekke loops her arm around Frank's waist as he puts his arm around her in return. Normally they'd just stand side-by-side. 'Tis the season.

Frank's got a small smile under his beard.

Siv beams, then glances over at Colton "I would not put money down on you now"

Dagmar watches as others step up to throw - not putting herself forward yet.