Mat tried his best to ignore the other people in the command tent as he looked over the maps of their soon to be battle field. But everything from the dice tumbling in his head to the way that Olver's noise whistled as he breathed through his newly broken nose distracted from him from making any sort of head way, and he could not simply order them out.
First of all they wouldn't go and second of all of the 20 odd people in the tent all of them had a purpose or a reason to be here. He leaned back in the low camp stool, glad that he had something to sat on and smoothed he hair away from his face, it had grown in the ten years since the last battle mostly because there was little time to cut it but also so he could tie it back, there was only one new fashion Mat bad embraced and that was the horse tail you only bunch it in the back and tie it with any string you have and it stayed, it looked weird yes a bit like a horses tail but it kept his hair out of his face. As he ran his rough hands over his hair he could not help but to think of Tuon her shaven head felt a lot like his hair did now.
He couldn't help but to smile as he remembered the times where he would run his hands over her head, she hated when he did, but he always took time to rattle her, for such a small woman she could be quite vicious. The first time he did it, she had nearly jumped out of her skin, it turned out that the skin of her scalp was sensitive, who would have thought that such a powerful and respectable as Tuon would be ticklish, on her head? He began to chuckle silently as he thought of the blush that would come across her face whenever he touched her head.
Someone coughed startling him out of his thoughts. Talmanes and Olver were red faced trying to not to laugh while everyone else was shaking silently and avoiding looking at him. He blinked trying to figure out what was so funny before he noticed that he was grinning like an idiot.
"Blood and bloody ashes "He said letting the smile drop and standing quickly knocking over the table he was sitting at. Everyone in the tent burst out in open laughter. Olver fell off the table he was sitting on and began making weird noises out of his noise. He glared at the boy but bit back the retort he was about to say, the creator had not be kind to him, his ears and mouth were still wide, he was missing several of his teeth, they had had to shave he head only last week when he got lice, Olver managed to get in many fight and to lose them, so currently he had several bruises and cuts on his face and the crown jewel of it all his nose, it was the 5th or 6th time the nearly 20 year old man had broken his nose, this time from a woman he had been chasing. All and all he looked hilarious rolling around on the ground. He couldn't help but to start laughing at him. It had been a long time since he had laughed that hard. Olver didn't think it was very funny though.
"it's been 7 years since you have seen her last and you STILL moon over her like a light-blinded fool." Olver said " Is that why you hair is so long so you can compensate for her lack of!"
The tent got really quiet, it was ok to make fun of Mat but not Tuon, she didn't have a since of humor and neither did mat when it came to her. But Mat only smiled his old cocky grin.
"nah I am going to make a wig for you unlike her you do need something to hid that head of yours." It was a weak joke, but still funny to him, the dice had stopped.