The wyvern or the lion?
Which was he? More importantly, which was he to her?
One was worrying, the other unsettling.
The answer was obvious, if you ask the right question. But was he asking the right question?
There was only one way to find out. To ask and see what answer comes from it.
At best, a scathing retort; at worst, he was wrong about the answer and things were much more unsettling.
Still, what is Dawn if not a nation that charges through difficult situations?
The question is asked. The smile is knowing. Ah, this may be much worse than was supposed…
Image is the coat of arms of Sophie, Countess of Wessex
I spent my weekend in a castle, my face painted with scales and two bottles of booze in my bag. It was a good weekend.
To say I was unsure what I was going to do/achieve at the beginning of the event would be an understatement. I had no idea if I was going to manage what I wanted, never mind if it was possible. Turns out I was proven wrong.
My goals for the weekend were to introduce myself to some people, get better acquainted with others, and have some fun. All of these goals were met and then some.
Turns out that I accidentally ended up being the most competent person in the room at one point which led to me being embroiled in some politics I’d previously had no idea about – that’s going to give me a lot more to do in the field this year.
I may also have almost started a new religion with my salted caramel cream liqueur hot chocolate – pronounced to “taste like glory” and to be “heresy, so I should confiscate it for the good of the Empire”.
Decided to join the tournament with the last minute addition of hidden steel chainmail under my Suaq layers. That helped me through the first round, but didn’t help at all against Rodrigo Barossa’s zweihander. If only I’d had my mage staff…
Bohemond even congratulated me on my duelling technique – shame he later shook me until booze entered his hand.
So very glad I went, and so very keen for Empire now…