The Racetrack

[Sam]

Ser Mychel pushed his horse out of the gate, beginning off the race at the middle of the pack. He saw Lord Royce ahead of him, who had won the joust yesterday, and several young knights who he couldn't identify. He spurred the horse faster, and moved into fourth place, just behind a Dornishman, passing the Lord Hand among others.

[wookie]

Robb Waters cursed as he was jostled out of position and his horse lost speed. He found himself near the back of the chasing pack as young Wyvar and Garen both shot past him in the wake of the leaders.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Balor laughed as he had joined the lead though he still had some way to go before gaining the lead. Being lighter than most people riding he'd have an advantage he thought and urged his horse onward.

[Sam]

Ser Mychel smiled as he passed the dornishman in front of him, and then swore immediately after as he was passed by two men. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Lord Dawnrose edging up on his left, and the Lord Commander leaned lower over his horse's neck and pushed it faster.

[Tallahar]

William couldn't believe the speed that Claymore put out. But it didn't believe him the horse was joining of the lines of his fathers own horse and Bealor Meadows.

[Tallahar]

"Not as well as yourself Lord Royce."

[The Smith]

Rodrick looked at Brynden and laughed, "Well I am surprised to see you Brynden. I thought you would not bother with the Horse race... I only host it so the women have an event for themselves." He points to a table with several large bowls made of different metals. "The first is golden, madame."

[The Smith]

Rodrick smiled, "Which lady then?" He upended his wine goblet, and then held out the empty goblet to be refilled.

[Tallahar]

"I like to praise or blame the horses," Brynden laughed, stroking Red Sun. "Though in your case, I still have to say that your horse is beautiful, runs like a deer. He looks like a Blackdusk."

"His name is Claymore. His mother was mare from my Rapier and one the Blackdusk horses you gave me and my wife. His father was Phoenix a horse of an old friend of mine." William sighs then and looks away.

[The Smith]

Rodrick roared, and punched him on the shoulder., and then growled, "Just stay away from your Queen of Beauty, eh."

[Tallahar]

"He's a handsome creature," Brynden said, with a smile. "I can see that you and I share an interest in breeding animals, my lord. I ought to show you Duskendale's wolfhounds some day. Raider's blood runs strong in them."

"I am pleased by that. I have always breed my own hounds but I call them Direhounds. I was actually thinking of going North soon to see if I could find some more halfbreeds to keep the direwolf strain alive."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Megara stood at William's side. She linked her fingers with his, and whispered into his ear.

[The Smith]

Rodrick turned and stumbled away as his Brother-in-law turned away.

[Tallahar]

"That would be very nice Lord Royce. I was going to travel there by ship after this tourney. I desire to see my brother."

[Aerys]

Monterys Velaryon cursed silently as he dismounted from his horse which was still shaking as a result of its' exertions in the race. He looped the reins around his arm and stroked the animal's nose to calm it.

Perhaps he had gone out too hard and fast to lead for just under the first half of the race, but he had trusted in his skill and the ability of his mount. Clearly he had over-estimated his horse's ability as his young gelding had tired appreciably in the latter stages of the race.

Still it wasn't all bad as he watched the last rider come in - a young lord of about 25 years. Still, Monterys reflected, at least he hadn't been disgraced in what was fairly august company.