Festival of Roses

Every tourney had two high points: the joust, and the Grand Melee. The stands were packed, the wooden benches groaning as guests and smallfolk alike crowded together to witness the spectacle. In the Lord's box, Bromley and Androw, both too old to compete themselves, sat next to each other, Lysa and Rayley flanking them. The girls seemed bright and vibrant, Rayley even trading quips for her sister-in-law's teasing barbs. The roaring of the crowd almost drowned out the clash and clatter of weapons on shields and armour.

Lily took to the stands. She could fight in a pinch but preferred her bow and knew what most men folk thought about women on the battlefield. She grimaced as Ser Rychard exchanged heavy blows with the now frothing Tremaine guard. "You need a full suit of plate to hope to come out still walking from a thing like that," she said to herself.

Lady Jynessa sat in the stands by herself. Occasionally, she looked towards the Lord's stand towards Rayley but otherwise kept her eyes focused on the members of her Household. Her eyes analyzed the Mystery Knight but she otherwise showed no reaction to the individual's actions.

Sometime later maester Simon waded to the stands, plopping himself down next to Jynessa. "Good morning mi'lady. How is your noble father faring?" he tried to gaze to the fields to spot marten among all the knights hell bent of smashing the living shit out of each other - in a semi-formal and controlled manner.

An older woman, closer to Marten’s age, approached and curtsied; her curtsy seemed as though it needed some practice, “good morning, you are one of Lord Marten’s twins, correct? and you must be the famous Maester. May I sit?”

"Ah, that would be the case." he nodded briefly, frowning a little. "And you would be." Simon squinted his eyes.

“Where are my manners?” the woman offered apologetically, “I am Shana Crane, I have met Lord Marten, but not yet had the chance to reintroduce myself to the twins. They know me, of course, I was a lady-in-waiting to Lady Lysa.”

"Ah, Shane. You remember her then, lady Jynessa?" Simon replied, turning to Jyn.

Jynessa kept her eyes peeled on the pit below. Eventually, she finally looked over and smiled. "Oh, please forgive me. I was distracted by the members of my House. Kevith may be taking this encounter more seriously than I anticipated. Though they both appear to be slower on their feet than before..."

Shana shaded her eyes and looked down on the mass of combatants, "no shame in that," she offered, "sometimes a little slower is what you need to truly appreciate life. But Kevith doesn't seem to be having any trouble swinging that axe."