On a White Horse [EA 5]

[Alicent Feyther]

She smiled warmly, tilting her head to the side. "Is it so strange for a beautiful maiden to want to get to know a handsome knight?"

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

A lopsided smile grew out of the curl of his lips, “how very bold, and I haven’t even had a chance to prove myself.” He indicated broadly to himself, rough and simple traveller’s garb still covered in road dust. “Have I missed the joust?” He spun, swinging into the white horse’s saddle, with a click of his tongue, they crossed field to where a heavy spear had been propped against the stands.

Without breaking stride, Lorent leaned over and took up the spear and reseated himself. He moved to the end of the imaginary list he’d been pacing earlier, spear cradled in one arm, point skyward. He waved to Alicent, and snapped closed the pretend visor of an invisible helm.

[Alicent Feyther]

"Apparently, you're just in time," she replied as he mounted with a soft laugh. She pulled out a handkerchief and waved it as she might at a proper joust, playing along with the fantasy he wove. It was surprisingly fun.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Lorent waved to Alicent and touched his heels to the white horse’s sides, sending it barrelling along the length of the field. As the horse built up speed, the man lowered his spear, holding it steady before him as he crossed the field, finally reining in the mount and turning.

“Well, I have not been unhorsed,” he called loudly, “shall I make another pass?”

[Alicent Feyther]

"Please do," she urges with a smile. "I'm sure you can do it."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

He saluted, and urged the white horse to a gallop once more. As he passed the midpoint of the field, he shook his levelled spear and dropped it to the ground. Reaching the end of the imaginary list and turning, “a solid hit,” he declared, “see how my lance shattered against my opponent?”

[Alicent Feyther]

"I did... Very impressive, Ser Lorent," she agreed cheerfully, clapping her hands together once.

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

The white steed pranced lightly back towards Alicent, picking its large hooves up high and sidestepping as it went. Lorent’s dark hair was tossed by the ride, and his green eyes glittered. “How do you judge me now, fair maiden?” he teased, “do you think I’ll make the lists?”

[Alicent Feyther]

She laughed at the teasing, giving him a grin in return. "I think we have a larger problem with tourneys in general if you didn't." She looks amused. "But I'm not just any fair maiden that might easily give her favor. You'll have to work hard for that."

[Ser Lorent Tyrell]

Swinging down once more from his mount, “I would expect no less,” he bowed deeply, a practiced, courtly bow. Nudging the horse with his elbow, “well, bow,” and the white steed did so once more.

“What is m’lady’s pleasure? Archery? Hunting? Shall I dance for you?”