#rivervale_lodge

Torin seems in a grand mood, and why not? A grandfather with another grand child on the way? And his grand daughter a hero

And he goes to the dueling area with target dummies

Dagmar is on Star, charging the popinjay!

A flash of a grin, and he grabs a spear, and finds anoother target.

Torin's form is good. And between his precise thrusts, he stops to look at his grand daughter, reluctant to speak up and distract her.

She's gotten better, landing the lance square on the target shield... and remembering to DUCK when the conterweight swings!

He approves of the ducking

(And yes, she has her helmet on)

After the last pass, she turns Star to trot over. "Hey Torin!"

"Hey, how's my favorite grand daughter?" He asks

"Doing okay."

"I miss track, but... well. Jousting!"

"Don't let me distract you, but if you don't mind me asking...have you thought about lettting it drift a bit and then locking on the target at the last moment?"

"no?"

"Oh.. mm not sure, just seems it would make you less predictable to your foe.. but i might be jumping ahead" he scratches his chin "I don't joust so I'm not sure"

"So.. like..." She considers. "Kinda waver the tip... then... BOOM?" Demonstrating.

"Just that" he grins

She considers again, then nods. "Makes sense. I'll practice it."

"...Is it bad that sometimes I like imagining I'm just like... doom, running them down like a freight train, unwavering, implacable, and unstoppable?

"Depends on who 'them' is," her grandfather says "If them is the unjust, the cruel, those who turn their hand against the weak? Then no. It is not wrong. It is right to seek to drive out evil men from the lands of those you would protect."

"Well, yeah...."

"Evil women too?" A voice pops up, from where Connor is mostly hidden behind fence rails, watching.

"I'm no sexist."

A smile "now if you just want to kick them in the butt because they fly funny, probably wrong..." He turns "Connor, lad! I suppose evil women too. " A nod to Dagmar's comment

"You're plenty sexist!" Connor quickly reassures her. "You have such pretty hair with the curly bits."

"I think the word you're looking for is pretty" THe skald looks amused

"Oh. Yes, she's pretty sexist." A nod.

A short laugh.

A chuckle at that "How are you doing, Connor?"

"I'm good. I brung sugar cubes for the ponies, and processed sugar cubes for the trollies." Indeed, he has a grubby hand in a pocket producing somewhat crushed sugar cubes (and if the weather was warmer, likely a few ants as well), but also has a small baggie of fresh cookies for the two-leggers.

"Got to go easy on that sugar though... it can make grumps fussy to see too much of it being eaten"

"I would give you an apple, but I saw Snow on the way here, and she said she was STARVING and no one had been feeding her for WEEKS."

"Shame on you Dagmar, starving poor Snow-snow like that. She'll melt away!"

"hummph" The old man looks amused

Strangely, the boy DOES find an apple in his pocket, and climbs up the rungs of the fence to lean over and offer it to Torin.

Star shakes her head and takes a step in that direction. Dagmar gets the feeling that if she wasn't mounted, the mare would already be stealing the treat.

Torin takes the apple "Well, my word"

"Fruuuuuiiiit..." Snow swings by, grabs the Apple and zips away

"Oh, Snow..." A sigh.

Star whinnies a challenge and stomps her hoof!

The stamp catches Snow off guard.. and the fruit falls

Connor's mouth just opens and he points! "See!"

And Star makes a snatch for the apple...

Dag drops her head back and groans. "My life is chaos."

Her mount crunches triumphantly!

"It's interesting to say the least" The old skald tsks

Snow fusses, "VERY Greedy, to steal an apple like that, Star Horse! I am so small, and so hungry, and you are so very big and oat filled"

"Snow, how much fruit have you had today?"

A look at the apple "Minus One Apple" A sigh

TECHNICALLY True.

Star blows a snort at Snow, smugly whisking her tail.