Trystan heard all of the little teases his siblings said to him. Usually, he would sulk off and go be alone somewhere. However, the festive nature of the feast has him in good spirits and thus he simply laughed along and replied [color=f26522]"Well, its not my fault I take the time to clean my things... My word Balian, it must have been ages since you took the time to clean yours... Besides, you girls wouldn't know anything about armors anyways..." [/color]He said, with a slight grin. Seeing a strange man approach him and his family, Trystan stood back and observed the man. Tybalt Gully. One of the Gullys. He offered a courteous bow when he first approached, but otherwise stayed silent. Throughout the conversation, he keeps getting a bad, condescending, vibe from the man. When his brother, and later mother would tell his sister to not approach the man alone, he nodded in agreement.

As they were introduced to the King, Queen, and Princess, Trystan stood silently, following the lead of his older siblings. When Emmaline told him to be careful, he merely smiled and said [color=f26522]"I know. I will. I figure I'd be fine...."[/color] He said, placing his palm on the pommel of his sword. His mother also confirmed his desires of participating in the tournament to the King himself, and thus there was no backing out of that now. His name would go down in history today it seems, for better or worse..

Prior to the interaction with the royal family, he noticed the presence of one Lyra Sky. Now, he has always found her interesting. But, her behavior in these kind of gatherings has him intrigued. He shifted his way towards her and whispered [color=f26522]"Lyra, you should lift your head. You want to see everyone and everything that is here... and watch for me in the tournament..."[/color] He said with a small grin.

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