[center][h1][color=Gold]Surreal Mirrors[/color][/h1][/center]

Months. Months of siege, of watching men's hearts dwindle and falter. Not that it was over much new to Hexe Hallelven-Lorrens- the daughter of the bluest of blood, yet still a bastard to her core. Leaning against the bunched withers of her chestnut mare, the woman breathed in the scent of horse, straw, and manure that was too common in the stable. The mare didn't have a name. Her instructors had drilled her to never name a thing, enforcing it by making her melt down the sword she had once so proudly and fondly called 'Magic Splitter'. A child's dream ended a child's life, they had said. Her brown eyes studied the hollow faces on the training field as she agreed fully with her masters-at-arms. People were desperate, despairing, and if it got them a bit of spite she would slaughter the battle steed that had been so carefully trained and had saved her life several times over.

She gave the mare a pat, relieved that the day that would happen would not be today. Thus far she had held back on the 'grounds. Playing the peasant warrior. The wandering hedge knight. Hexe supposed this was true enough. Surreal Mirrors was such a person, she was easy to laugh and smile. To jocky with her comrades and fight as fiercely as any man. Striding onto the field she watched as Gwain knocked his puppies to the side and admonished them for their lack. She didn't spare them a thought- they would die soon enough if they weren't strong enough. Watching as people moved about the field she gave a detesting snort at Apollo as he challenged the Green Knight. [color=Gold]"Bets anyone?"[/color] She muttered just loud enough anyone who was interested could hear and possibly accept, knowing stopping this was unlikely. Men had a stubborn streak that made her often think they were related to mules. Perhaps if her luck was good and her wits still intact she could nab herself a few pointers with the bow. A shiver ran up her spine slightly at the thought. A delightful lick of thrill. Her instructors had hated her use of the bow- granting her enough to feed herself upon the road but no more.