The Muddy Field
Gift for Bookworm1118
Wishing list prompt Jousting Tournament
The banners by the field waved merrily, bright colours dancing in the wind. Neal thought they were a stark contrast to the mud on the field. He wondered if it was a requirement for jousting fields to be muddy. Truly, he could not remember seeing a dry one. He briefly considered asking his esteemed Knight Mistress if they made them muddy intentionally, but he wasn't sure he actually wanted to hear the answer her wicked humour might produce.
Still pondering the thought, he wandered over to the stands to watch the next match. He winced in sympathy as lance struck shield. Jousting was not his favourite sport. He thanked the Gods that Lady Alanna didn't favour it either and so never forced him to enter the tournaments. He was content to stick to swords and limit his involvement on the jousting field to betting on Kel. He'd won a good amount of money on her so far, though he still didn't bet on her bouts with the Stump. He couldn't, in good conscience, bet against his best friend and he wasn't naive enough the think the Stump would actually lose.
At least, not anytime soon. And Neal was prepared to wait for as long as necessary for that day to come.