Post by Alliecat on Dec 17, 2011 12:49:59 GMT 10
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Message: Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed playing with Owen and Wyldon.
Title: Ready in Advance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 245
Wishlist Item: 4. Jousting Tournament
Summary: Wyldon prepares for a joust with Kel ; Owen is more than happy to assist.
“My lord, I can’t tell you how excited I am,” Owen babbled. He picked up Wyldon’s helm, preparing to hand it to the knight, but in his eagerness it nearly slipped out of his hand. Wyldon took it with a slight look of incredulity and put it on, the visor plunking over his vision before he raised it manually. “I mean, of course, I’m not excited for Kel to get knocked off her horse,” Owen continued, “I’m going to feel really bad when that happens. But I’m really happy to be here to assist you, m’lord.”
“Squire Keladry has not lost yet,” Wyldon said, securing the straps on his helm. “You must not make assumptions. Cockiness will earn you death in battle.”
Owen bowed his head, his mood dropping. “Yes, my lord,” he murmured, and handed Lord Wyldon the remaining pieces of armor in silence. “Good luck, Sir,” he said as Wyldon mounted his horse and accepted his lance. Wyldon nodded and urged his horse forward a few steps, but pulled back before he entered the field.
“Boy, I think we should enter you in the next tournament,” he said haltingly and Owen’s eyes widened. “You’re not quite ready yet,” Wyldon amended hastily, beginning to urge his horse out, “But soon.”
Owen followed Wyldon to the gate. “Good luck, my lord,” he called once again, waving cheerfully. Later, when Kel hit the mud, Owen couldn’t help but wonder if that would be him next season.
Message: Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed playing with Owen and Wyldon.
Title: Ready in Advance
Rating: PG
Word Count: 245
Wishlist Item: 4. Jousting Tournament
Summary: Wyldon prepares for a joust with Kel ; Owen is more than happy to assist.
“My lord, I can’t tell you how excited I am,” Owen babbled. He picked up Wyldon’s helm, preparing to hand it to the knight, but in his eagerness it nearly slipped out of his hand. Wyldon took it with a slight look of incredulity and put it on, the visor plunking over his vision before he raised it manually. “I mean, of course, I’m not excited for Kel to get knocked off her horse,” Owen continued, “I’m going to feel really bad when that happens. But I’m really happy to be here to assist you, m’lord.”
“Squire Keladry has not lost yet,” Wyldon said, securing the straps on his helm. “You must not make assumptions. Cockiness will earn you death in battle.”
Owen bowed his head, his mood dropping. “Yes, my lord,” he murmured, and handed Lord Wyldon the remaining pieces of armor in silence. “Good luck, Sir,” he said as Wyldon mounted his horse and accepted his lance. Wyldon nodded and urged his horse forward a few steps, but pulled back before he entered the field.
“Boy, I think we should enter you in the next tournament,” he said haltingly and Owen’s eyes widened. “You’re not quite ready yet,” Wyldon amended hastily, beginning to urge his horse out, “But soon.”
Owen followed Wyldon to the gate. “Good luck, my lord,” he called once again, waving cheerfully. Later, when Kel hit the mud, Owen couldn’t help but wonder if that would be him next season.