Thread: A Knight's Tale (SevenRose/Fun_And_Games)

Sagaris measured her as she stood there, proud and defiant. He nodded, impressed and indeed proud. Yes, this was the girl he had found, the diamond in the rough. If anyone could handle all the roughness that she would encounter, it would be her. Not just survive...but be strong in spite of it. Maybe even BECAUSE of it. He had kept his eyes open a long time, and she was the only one who had ever come close. May it be her...may it be so. Taking a deep breath, he gave her a firm nod. Good. Alright, that's it for now. You saw there were six squire tents, and four can stay in each. Total of 24 possible. We only have 14 now, and you'll make 15. That means, most of the tents should only have 2 in each, and a couple have 3. Go find yourself a space inside...might suggest you visit a couple and get a feel for who's inside. The tent-mates you pick might go a long way to describing the way you are going to get through the next period. It is the one part we don't control...where you all decide to bed down. And no-one is allowed to tell you to not go where you want, either. Go on...pick. And pick wisely. The obvious question...was he really going to let a girl bed down with the others?...was not something he was considering. Beneath him? Or he expected her to suck it up? Or... Either way, it wasn't going to be something he was going to help her with. Her first puzzle. On the main strip, it would be easy to find the squire tents. They were spaced between the Eight Knight tents, three per side of the avenue. They were a little larger than the Knight tents...made sense, since 4 were inside of each, and the resultant space was probably smaller than the knights each had. It would be impossible to know who specifically was in each tent, but at least she could determine about how many were in each as a starting point. In the end, her decision was made a little simpler, as the pattern that Sagaris had expected was not holding true. Perhaps, it made sense...that two of the tents had four sets of armor stands filled, four sets of boots at the door...filled, and without space to accept another into their midst. Probably friends, each of them a clique that was not going to be easy to break up. Until one of them CHOSE to move out, then she wouldn't be able to get into their midst even if she wanted to. But that gave her a place to start, a difference between all the four tents left. One, the one that was furthest on the right, and nearest to the camp of the Unspoken, had no-one in it. None had claimed it, perhaps because of how undesirable the location was. Hard to say, until she went in. The temptation of course was to have her own space. No need to fight for privacy, especially as a women among men. The negative is that it would immediately set her apart from the others. Until another came in, she wouldn't be sharing...would they read into that? Two, there was another person who apparently thought solitude was golden. Only one set of armor, one pair of boots. Both of them looked a little grimy, well worn, and very custom. The armor looked light weight, meant for moving fast. Benefit...well, it was only one. A loner, maybe a friend...but, she would be befriending the possible loner. And, he might not appreciate having his solitude breached. Three, there was a pair in there. A good middle-ground. She wouldn't be imposing with filling up the whole tent, but they were obviously able to get along with SOMEONE. Then again, it would be two personalities she would have to mesh with, and two to share the space with. Four, there was one with 3 in it. If she wanted to try and get right into a group, that would be the one to try. But, she would be filling up a tent. It would be a known dynamic, as no more could come in unless another left. But, it would be as tight a quarters as could be had, sort of like jumping right into the deep end. Nothing for it, but to choose one and take a look at the situation...it had been Sagaris's first order, and she had to eventually stop carrying her pack around and try to look like she belonged.