#rivervale_lodge

And she does so.

The answer comes out "Thirteen's not unlucky, I can handle it just fine . And on the 14th give a warning, whick you'd be wise to mind. But if you don't wait my thirteen hours I need to recharge, I'm prone to cracking, I can get repaired but there's a charge"

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And Brekke waits for the advertisement to follow.

A nod.

"Ooo..."

A bemused look...of course Dagmar is interested in that option.

Then she offers the camera back. "That is a valuable tool. I trust you will take good care of it."

"I will! It's for the lodge, too - not just me."

"Also, do you want this picture? It's just Stormwake, no Star..."

Brekke takes the photo and looks at it. "I would, yes. Thank you. Do you have one of both horses to send to the Cavaliers?"

She nods, and shows it off. "Don't they both look great here?"

"Hmph. Show that Eshu."

A curious brow. "Eshu?"

"Oh, one passed through the other week - from Teaneck"

"She had a lovely horse, too. She'll be at Pennons. She said there's a new jouster there, and thinks they'll beat you." SNORT. "As if."

"Hm. It has happened, more than once. But I try not to let it happen too often," she grins a bit.

"Well, this Doomwind can try."

"Doomwind? Interesting name...." She frowns a bit.

"I must ask the Mountain if he has heard of her."

The name rings a bell, a winner on the Willows Circuit

"I just don't want to embarrass the Lodge."

"So, like, somewhere in the middle of the pack would be nice?"

"Oh...wait...Doomwind. Willows. She is a successful competitor."

A blink. "Dame Dagmar, I cannot imagine you causing the Lodge embarrassment. I know you will compete to the best of your ability. I can ask for nothing more."

The Baron of Teaneck has a ringer? or at least a contender. Mmm

"Right, but, like, I don't want to make a fool."

"To be defeated does not make one a fool. It means one has an opportunity to learn more. But...you are skilled, and you are working to build your skills. I do not think you will be badly defeated."

"In fact...we may well face each other at some point."

"More like... I mean, I don't mind losing, but... making a big mistake? Falling out the saddle, or... y'know?"

"Dame Dagmar...how likely do you think that is?" A serious question.

"Not really... but doesn't mean I don't worry about it."

A slight brow furrow. "Does worrying help?"

"Yes?"

A snort and shake of her mane. Star is confident and worried over nothing.

"Like... better to focus on that, then.. like.. get mad if I don't place high?"

"I sure would like to face you. But I'm trying to be realistic."

"I do not think worrying is the same as being realistic. You will practice and prepare. When the day comes, you will compete. Do not worry about the result. Look forward to the event."

She nods.

"It'll be nice to have real people, not the popinjay."

"Oh, do not think I will let you get to Pennons without us practicing together."

"Yeah?" A grin.

"if you will allow, yes."

"I look forward to you kicking my ass."

Bemused. "I look forward to finding out how hard you can hit with that lance."

"Oh, pretty hard..."

"Hey guys?" It's Gerd, "I need .." Embarrassed, "Kerri had me cook something. I need volunteers"

She almost says victims but clearly looks nervous

"Volunteers?"

"To see if I made it right .It's something called Torsk? The Hearth put me to work on it since I've been asking to learn a dish or two."