Palace Grounds - Knight Games

Ciar was dressed as a boy, or more appropriately, as a young male Squire. Her hair was hidden beneath a dark bandana, and her womanly curves were completely hidden by her attire. In fact, she pulled off boyish rather well, though she looked like a really pretty boy.   The Announcer gave her name as, "Squire Daigh Macdagh."  She had chosen Daigh because she had fire burning within her, and Macdagh as a tribute to the two brothers that practically raised her. She had worked really hard to conceal her identity, even harder than when she had prepared herself for the Masq. This was a secret she was planning to keep from her brothers, at least, for now.

She moved calmly to her position, taking up her bow like hugging an old friend, and she was careful not to walk with a womanly swish. She was pleased to see Ina able to compete in Archery, though knew that she herself would not be able to compete in Melee later if either Lorcan or Connall had any idea of what she was up to. It couldn't be that hard, right? If Cori could be a knight, than so too could she. She would show her brothers that she could take care of herself. She lined up the sights, pulled back the nocked arrow, and let her breath exhale with it as she had been taught. She put everything she had into it. So far, sneaking into the games had been the easy part. How was she going to really become a Squire?

She grinned widely when she was called up as the winner. But she would only giggle insanely when he would call her the Princess and he changed her lastname. Well I guess it was official then! She was a part of the family with no complaints. She'd never really had one of those. Her father disowned her before passing and her mother abandoned her to him, her adoptive mother passed on. The long sap story.

So when she got first place she grinned widely and went to high five Ciar-man and Tadgh. When she went to highfive Cador she stopped because he seemed not interested in the least bit. She thought she heard some sort of derogatory word for her that started with a c. Not that she cared she liked to think that he was in pain from losing not just to a woman; but to a PRINCESS. Bitch.
Ok back to Ina-esque moments. She left to go get out of her archer's gauntlet and sit up on the royalty thing for the Easterners. She had no other games to attend too. But she looked forward to seeing her dadbrother and let's be honest; the Scottish Prince compete. Also Lorcan. Can't forget him.

Connall strode across the palace grounds, a grin plastered to his lips. It was a combination of an "I just got laid by a beautiful woman" and an "I'm extremely excited to kick some ass in jousting" one. He slipped into the eastern tent, where he knew that his armor and lance would be waiting, and quickly "suited up". He strode out of the tent and mounted his massive stallion just as they called for the first round of jousting to begin. He nudged Ahern forwards with his heels and took the customary bow before he slammed down the visor to his helmet and waited for the go ahead, readying his lance.

Esras had already been waiting by the time it came for him to mount up, and dipped the customary bow to his opponent. He couldn't help but frown as he mounted up, though, because he'd just witnessed his Uncle losing his own match. Hopefully he faired better than his relative. He would shut the visor on his helmet before readying his lance, eager to see how he would fair against his opponent.

Tadgh mounted his bay mare in full armor. Jousting wasn't exactly his forte, but he'd give it as good a shot as anyone. He dipped the customary bow to the large Irish man before slamming his visor down and readying his lance.