#squire grace

... Oddly enough, the more observant folks may note that her Knight is... Nowhere to be seen

She stands there quietly, studying the field, scouring it for her designated opponent, while checking her own armour to ensure that the armour is fully secured and she is... as safe as she can get for such a bout. She gives a short, satisfied nod, and returns to her scouring and stretching.

When Sir Theodore approaches, she offers a bow to the Knight, armour rattling slightly as she does so. "Good, uh, good day, Sir Theodore! Are you... Fully prepared?"

[A small rest and some food go a long way in healing the jostled muscles from the joust—but it is quickly time again to face @graceless-squire, this time in hand-to-hand.

The knight wears lighter armour this time, as is custom during such a fight, and comes to face the squire in anticipation.]

“So, how shall we do this, hm? Fists? Swords? What is your preference, dear Squire? Hell, I’d ditch the armour and fight bare-fist if you’d like! After that jousting match, I am eager to feel your strength again—you nearly had me!”

Once more, for those taking note of the crowd, they might find her Knight is absent from viewing this contest, too. Perhaps they simply aren't interested in watching dear Grace perform?

She lifts up her bow, taking careful aim towards the targets, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in, pointing the bow as close to the bullseye as she can... And loosing the arrow in one fell motion.

Perhaps it's an issue of skill, perhaps there's something on her mind. Perhaps the murmuring and doubt got to her in the last minute, but her arrow fails to fly true, veering wildly off-path the moment it is loosed towards the crowd, and... Embedding itself directly into a bale of hay to the side of the target.

The Squire appears downtrodden, and steps away from the contest, her exit tuned to the sound of laughter and jeering from the crowd. Hopefully she'd get a chance to display her skills better in the other contests.

Seems she's just completed a bout of training alone, and is taking a moment to rest. No doubt, if left to her own devices, she would get up and resume training the moment her energy returns.

Mayhaps she would be amenable to a conversation, or, more likely, a training partner?

She seems almost absorbed in the dance for the time being, only interrupted whenever the doors swing open, her head turning to them with a hopeful look, only for the dance to continue alone. It is, in truth, not too hard to guess who she might be awaiting.

It is odd, though. Her Knight had not made an appearance the whole week - presumed to be close by, but never showing their face: The Squire seemed to be the only of the two to have any attention directed to. It was only now, with the Squire seeming to be looking for that familiar mask, that the fact even became something worth noting...

The Squire arrived to the feast quietly, stepping through the doors to the great hall with precious little fanfare - and, oddly enough, alone. Her Knight must have gone on ahead of her, and may well be already within the crowd, most assuredly gorging themselves on the food provided to them.

Nonetheless, the Squire offers a bow, just in case anyone did bother to look her way for more than a few seconds in passing curiosity, and makes her way swiftly to a table to observe the foods on display, wherein she will likely stand, stuck in her decisions on just what she would eat first...