Re: afternoon- at the joust
Elia stood watching her nephew- gods, how messed up could her family possibly manage to be?- make his way over. "Well that's promising- no squeaking even," she said with a smirk. "If I didn't know better I would almost think I was looking at a Prince of Dragonstone." She crossed her arms, and gave him a superior look. He wasn't yet forgiven for being so dreadful earlier. "Now if we could just convince someone to actually ride against you..."