thetenthofthatname

Despite his earlier tumble, he swings himself into the saddle with the ease of long use, reins the champing horse about with a flashing smile.

“Will you? That would be ever so kind. I’m to knock the other fellow off, is that it?”

              Elinor has had enough with the opposite gender
              for one day. As her right eye slightly twitched.
                                   But the fair maiden felt like she
                                   should at least get even with his
                                   pathetic self.

                          ❝ If ye waur gonnae war then aye, ’
                                ‘at might be a option fur ye tae dae.
                                But noo,not here. ❞

              With the words that escaped from her throat. 
              The high class Scottish woman, lifted
              her hand up to smack the horse on the side.

                                    Just to see if it would kick up & knock him off.

thetenthofthatname

“You mean to say the point of all this is to stay on the horse?”

"I see I’ve been going about this tournament business all wrong.”

  

              Was that a little bit of sass that ran
              through the young maiden’s ears?

                  ❝ Don’t be sae silly, gie back on & try again.
                       I’ll guide ye through it.❞

thetenthofthatname

                    ❝ Don’t ye think that was a wee foolish, sir?❞