Lyra
Lyra dabbed her eyes with the cloth he had provided.
"You are a kind man," she said, a small smile finding its way through the tears.
"I greatly appreciate your words and your offer. Yes, I would very much like a friend."But even as she spoke she knew that even he could not protect her from the Hyland matriarch should the woman decide to get rid of Lyra.
"I suppose it is a good thing for bastards to stick together, even if they do not share blood," Lyra said thoughtfully. She wiped her eyes and took breath. Just talking to someone had helped calm her nerves and ease her panic. Looking down at the fox, she smiled at the animal.
"Your companion is adorable. I am glad he didn't bite me for I'm afraid I took the liberty of patting him. Thank you for allowing me," she said to the fox.
After a few more minutes she knew she could not be a coward and hide anymore. Putting her shoulders back, she lifted her chin in determination.
"Skys are not cowards," she said before laying a hand on Tiras' arm.
"Shall we return? I believe... I believe I am ready now."They had missed the first event but arrived in the middle of the second, Hammer Throwing. Lyra never understood why a knight would need to throw a heavy hammer, but since men had came up with the activity she supposed to made sense to them somehow.
Her breath caught when Trystan advanced to the next round. Archery. The young lord was quite skilled so this was nothing for him. Lyra felt pride at his winning, but also dread. Such a combination felt strange to say the least. Each time he advanced she squeezed Tiras' arm. Trystan could in all possibilty win. She didn't know if that made her happy or disappointed.
Jousting was the next event. Lyra tried to look away when Trystan came up on his horse, but found she couldn't. Several ladies offered him favors and cheered as he passed, vying for his attention. He truly had his pick of the lot. Which again begged the question : why her?
When the horses clashed she closed her eyes, not wanting to see such violence especially with animals involved. There was silence, then screams. Lyra's eyes opened to a scene that made her heart clench and the blood drain from her face.
A loud scream reached her eyes and she realized with a start that it was coming from her. Trystan lay wounded, a spear protruding grotesquely from his shoulder.
Lyra found herself running towards the feild without giving her feet leave to move. Before she could reach Trystan she was blocked by men on the feild.
"Stay back wench. You are not needed here."
"Please! I must-"Her words were cut off as she was shoved away, staggering from the force of the shove. "I said stay back," the man, no doubt some kind of squire or footman, said harshly. She tried to step around him only to have him grab her arm, nearly jerking her shoulder from it's socket. "Get gone bitch or I shall do worse!"
Lyra cradled her shoulder, trying not to give the beast the satisfaction of crying. Instead she backed away as others swarmed the field to remove the young lord's body so that the event could continue. It made Lyra sick. Didn't anyone care more about a human being than their precious entertainment?
Bits of her hair fell into her face, but Lyra could still see the Hyland family. She swallowed hard, knowing her display just now could not have been missed by either them or anyone else.
Her face turned red with embarrasment. Lowering her head, she made her way as quickly as she could off of the feild and back towards where Tiras had been. It also happened to be near the medical tent where they had taken Trystan. Her shoulder throbbed with pain but she knew it wasn't close to the pain the young lord was experiencing.
"I didn't want this," she whimpered to Tiras when she found him.
"I never wanted him to be hurt."@KillBox@BlackPanther@MrMonsoon@HushedWhispers@RangingWolf@Harley Q
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