[H2][center]Sir Garrett [/center][/h2]
[Center][i]Themerlinhawk [/i][/center]

Sir Garrett frowned as Marianne scurried away after dancing around trying to get the icicle out of her armor. The trick had been a cruel one and Sir Garrett could s3e by the color of her face that it had humiliated her. Giving sult a chastising look, Sir Garrett stood up and began walking away from the group of Knights. There was no reason to do such things to their own. 

Crossing into an open area the Hill Knight tugged off his glove and stuck two fingers in his mouth. With a loud long whistle Sir Garrett called The Ash. The big horse made its way through the brush at the treeline approaching it's rider with a long gentle gait. Reaching up the big man took his old friend’s face in his hands and began scratching down The Ash’s neck. With a final pat to the side of the horse's neck Sir Garrett climbed into the saddle and began riding towards the Delacroix girl. 

As he rode by where he'd taken a crossbow quarrel earlier Sir Garrett leaned down out of the saddle and scooped up his warmaul and slid it into its loop on his saddle. Reaching down again the big knight scooped up his scabbard and rode back over to the log where with a smooth move he plucked the sword from the ground. Resheathing the blade he slung the hand and a half sword on his back. 

Wheeling The Ash around Sir Garrett frowned as he saw Marianne still standing away from everyone, still flushed. With a heavy sigh sir Garrett clicked at The Ash and started towards her.  Patting the horse's neck Sir Garrett reigned back a bit causing his horse to stop right beside Marianne. 

“You know once this huge grass scorpion crawled into my bed roll while I was sleeping. The damn thing grabbed me, thank the gods it didn't sting me, and I went tearing out of the tent I was sleeping in. Mind you I was totally naked but I went bounding through our camp and swatting at myself until it finally dawns on me the scorpion fell off outside my tent and I'm standing in the middle of our night guards and the women who were doing the preparations for the next morning's cooking. Suffice to say there was a lot of giggling and plenty of commentary from the guards. In the end they started calling me dances-with-scorpions as a joke. When I finally joined the Knights they stopped calling me that and started calling me the Scorpion Knight. Something about my reflexes and my capacity for dancing.” 

Folding his hands on the pummel of his saddle Garrett looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “You appear to be missing your horse. Can I help with that? I have some skill with horses. If not I'm sure we can find a means of getting you back. 

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