(1866-06-17) Coronation Tournament: Archery Competition
Coronation Tournament: Archery Competition
Summary: The archery contest has a great many Huntresses competing, but also two Tracano Royals - plus one Wraith.
Date: 17/06/2015 (Date of RP)
Related: Other Coronation Tournament logs.
Corvin  Clara  Tristan  Raelyn  Emilia  Adrienne  Cathrynn  Alina  Thaddeus  Gastogne  Graham  

Tourney Grounds - Rovilon - Couviere

The tournament grounds stand ready for use at a moment's notice. The stands are setup with the nobles sitting in the center, with the best seats and the Heraldry of the House set about them, and for any courtiers the Royals would have present. A half canopy has been established to help keep the shade in the area and protect from any of the elements, a thick leather trim going across the area where the royals are sitting raised up about fifty feet and supported by heavy wooden poles and tethers tying it. The benches have been formed of thick wood in the gallery, with lesser galleries set to the side for commoners, guards, and those who are watching and not immediately involved over in the arena. There are roughly eight rows of seats set up for the commoners stretching off the full length of the viewing gallery, and roughly three rows thick for the nobles to sit upon. Among the rows are those who are bringing beverage and refreshments.

The arena is dusty, a pit formed in the ground which has been dug down flat with padded dirt roughly two feet down from the main tents, the incline designed to give the crowd a better view. The center of the arena betray tell-tale markings where it is apparent that the rail for jousts could be set, if not set already. The dirt is thick and solid, packed down as firmly and evenly as it can be to ensure good footing. From the opposite ends of the exhibition pavilions are a pair of berths where the combatants would enter from and where judges and guards would otherwise sit, as well as attendants to quickly go and tend to the injured or break apart the combatants should it be necessary. The main pit is larger than the pavilions, being roughly fifty horse lengths wide, enough for all the combatants to have plenty of room to brawl without being so spread out that the main viewing area would risk losing track of them.

Juin 17th, 1866

The archery competition has drawn a rather sparse crowd. Never the draw that the more knightly sports such as the joust or the Free-For-All, most of those in the stands are common-born, for this is one of the few events that commoners are as likely, if not moreso, than nobility.

The Blue Cavalier barker seems pleased to be announcing the event, however, as he cries, "Hear ye, hear ye! The archery competition is about to begin. So grab your bows and limber up your strings…"

He coughs, looking around. "Huh. I can't come up with a suitable… turn of phrase for tonight. Ah well."

Making sure that, first of all, while he's in the stands, that he is not within eyesight of the Couvier heir if the man is present, Gastogne is nursing a hangover, several very humiliatingly placed splinters, and a sense of innate paranoia from his time at the inn the night before. Sitting in the Commoner's side of the benches he is rather quiet as the archery competition begins.

Adrienne Cassomir is here with the other Huntresses, one of… four! An impressive number indeed, especially at a tournament in Couviere. This freckled Huntress is far from calm, even though she does her best to keep up that stoic Cassomir facade of hers. Her dark brown hair is worn in a ponytail, and she wears the practical Huntress garb of tunic and leggings. The bow she carries is of medium size, a shortbow rather. Lips quirk into a smile, when Adrienne scans the crowds - just in the moment she spots her brother Graham among the spectators. But until the competition has been officially opened, she has all the time she needs to fidget with her bow, check on her arrows, and cast a glance towards her cousins Emilia and Raelyn.

Cathrynn receives a warm smile. "This is… irritating," Adrienne murmurs towards the consort of her brother and fellow-Huntress. "I can feel all these people staring at us… Gosh. I think I am nervous!" Lips are pressed together, green eyes closed momentarily, as the freckled Cassomir tries to regain her focus - and stoic calm. Air leaves her nose when the call comes to prepare, and green eyes open, looking indeed more focused than before.

Corvin Fremont is among those assembled here, and given that it's the King's Coronation tourney, he's actually dressed up a bit, looking far more fit for noble company than the rough-and-tumble life of a Wraith of Lonnaire. Clad in the colors of his house, and bearing the black armband that marks his life's calling, he leans against a convenient patch of wall, carefully unspooling a fresh bowstring and affixing it to the weapon of the evening, a longbow, to be precise. He watches the other competitors with mild interest, and shakes his head slightly at the Cavalier, looking mildly bemused, but then again, he usually does.

An official event where she could get away with wearing the usual huntress attire? Utter delight! Not that one could rightly tell that by the usual solemn stoic expression that rested upon Emilia's features. Glancing along towards Raelyn as she checked her bow over,"You never were of answering of of yester of day, you of know, about if you wished more to of compete of against or of for of him," oh no, she had not forgotten. Dark eyes milding watching her sister a moment before also checking on who else has turned out to compete this day. A nod to Adrienne and Cathrynn. And well, Emilia is used to being stared at, so that does help a bit.

Raelyn Cassomir walks out onto the competition field. It's the first competition in some time that the Mistress of the Hunt has attended, and she is in her full Huntress garb. What is even more unusual - to those that know her, or those that have seen her compete before, is the fact that Raelyn Cassomir, soon to be Viscount of Ironhold is wearing a favor. That, of a Warden's broach. Certainly not anything from her family. She moves to take position near Adrienne, "I would take this opposed to battle any day, cousin-mine," she says with an easy air. She looks to Cathrynn, and Adrienne. "May we all shoot well." She smile towards them. She looks back to Emilia, "And if we are lucky, perhaps we can best the lot again, and face one another one more time?" She grins at the memory.

The knight who won the duels and the free-for-all. IS sitting in the stands.. right where he should be right now watching the archers ready themselves for the game of skill. Graham will look to those he knows well competing. He'll smile and raise his hand to wave as he sees his sister Adrienne look up, and also trying to catch Cathrynn, Raelyn and of course Emilia too if he can before they start. He will look to others as well Clara is given a wave should he catch a moment's glance.

Thaddeus Greycen is present for the contest, but is no competing. He instead sits with other Rivanan nobles in the stands in more courtly attire than those competing. The presence of a significant Rivanan presence seems to have the knight in a good mood, though he rests his chin in his hands as he leans forward to observe the contest.

Cathrynn is among the Huntresses in attendance and anyone who knows her knows that the look of intensity on her face is partially just that but also etched with her uneasiness. She doesn't like contests all that much, she doesn't like places with walls. Her eyes dart up to the stands and she nods to Graham then she nods to Adrienne as well, "Let them stare," she says quietly and then draws a slow breath and looks around. She glances to Raelynn and Emilia, "I doubt you will find your positions challenged," she says with a nod.

Clad in a green dress that seems modest, at least for her station, Clara Tracano walks upon the tournament grounds. The princess looks for all the world like she is simply visiting before she heads to the stands. But, then she turns, and accepts the rosewood longbow that one of her typical two knightly guards offers, as well as her quiver, then moves to join the rest of the contestants. There is a murmur of thanks to the knight, as he and his partner remains to the side. Clara, on the other hand, steps over towards the gaggle of Huntresses, just catching the tail end of Cathrynn's words. "Well, I am fully prepared to lose to all four of you, so anything better will be a surprise, indeed."

Tristan Tracano, Prince of Rivana, stands ready to shoot some arrows it seems. He is dressed rather well for such a competition, his usual finery enhanced with some minor alterations in order to allow him to shoot an arrow. Maybe he will even hit once or twice. How exciting. He glances up and down the row of competitors and offers a smile to those that he knows. Oh, how fun this shall all be.

Alina l'Saigner, heir to Lonnaire, sits in the stands, her attention on her brother down below, preparing for the contest. Her attention stays on him, not on the myriad of Rivanans preparing as well. Her attention does not stray to the Rivanan Prince, not a bit. Beside her, along with a trio of Wraiths, is a pair of maids, each holding a small babe swaddled in cloth of purple and black. It seems Corvin's new nephews are also here to watch their uncle, though for now they are both dozing in their maid's arms.

Gastogne watches the contestants on the ground, and the princesses and huntresses down below. Nursing a hangover, the commoner is otherwise not quite as elocutive as he has been previous times in the stands, slunk down in his seat and looking somewhat green.

"Allllllll right then," the Cavalier says with a long drawl. "Time for the archers to take their marks and do their… shooting bit." He frowns. "Ah! Fire their weapons…" he says with a brow waggle.

The Circuit official beside him rolls his eyes.

"What?" the Cavalier mutters. "I'm hungover. Cut me some slack."

<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Success. (5 4 3 6 5 7 5 1 6 1 3 1 1 4)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Success. (3 2 6 4 5 5 4 5 6 4 4 5 5 7)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 8 6 2 3 1 4 5 6 1 2 6 5 8)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 8 4 5 6 1 1 7 1 3 6 4 6 6 3)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (2 4 4 7 7 3 7 2 2 3 5 7 8 7 7)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (2 7 3 7 4 7 2 8 3 7 3 1 3 5 8)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Great Success. (6 2 6 2 8 1 7 6 7 2 8 5 7)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (1 2 5 8 2 6 5 3 5 4 8 6 3)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (2 2 7 8 8 6 7 1 3 7 6 3 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 1 3 6 2 2 3 8 2 7 7 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 4 3 1 3 8 7 2 8 2 1 8)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 5 5 5 4 1 6 2 1 8 2 8)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 3 3 4 8 1 6 2 7 1 8 7 1 6 2)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 4 7 7 6 3 4 4 5 5 4 6 7 5 6)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 4 5 4 8 5 4 8 2 2 3 3 7 1 4)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 1 4 1 8 2 8 3 3 4)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 2 6 8 2 6 8 2 5 2)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 5 5 8 2 6 7 2 5 5)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 3 1 6 2 5 1 6 7 7 1 4 3 6)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 5 1 5 7 2 2 2 2 5 7 4 1 1)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 2 8 8 7 2 1 2 6 1 1 6 5 3)

Graham watches as the archers take their marks and aims and then the sound of the bows twang is what fills the air as they fire each arrow he will try to follow their path though he finds he must watch each archers line and to see where the arrows landed instead. Its only as the sound quiets that he will clap from the stands glad for a good first round of shots.

Emilia's dark eyes take in the broach worn by her sister and hmm's faintly,"Guess I am of having of mine-answer of then." A faint nod of her head is given to her sister,"Of perhaps, there are of many of present. We shall of see in the end." Far more humble about the matter then her sister. A little tugging at the corners of her mouth occur for Clara as the young woman joins them, a respectful bow of her head to the Princess. "I am of sure, you shall do of well." Glancing over though as the announcers then start speaking again and announce the time to take their mark. The young Cassomir moves to her designated mark. With that touch of ethereal grace she draws each of her three arrows and sends them on towards the target. Her focus had upon her shots and the moment. A faint nod when her arrows manage to hit well and true enough, though her mien is still quite solemn. Before her dark eyes shift to look at the other targets.

Corvin Fremont makes his first shots, with none of them landing within the bulls-eye. This draws a faint frown from him, but he shakes his head and resumes his grin as he heads back to retrieve arrows for the next round of shooting. Watching some of the other competitors, he grins a bit as he sees a certain Rivanan Princess shooting rather well out of the gate. And makes a mental note that the Huntresses are certainly living up to their reputation this afternoon.

Tristan lets off his first shot, rather pleased with himself that none managed to miss the target completely. Two more shots come after that, both of them hitting the target in a good, but not great position. He wondered if he could hit the center of the target. Seeing that he has hit his shots very similarly to Corvin, he gives the man a little grin before readying himself for the next round.

Raelyn steps up to the line, pauses, and draws her bow. The first shot very nearly hits dead center, the next two that follow, shot smoothly and in rhythm, land just a bit further outside. She doesn't look upset at her performance, but neither is she completely satisfied. She angles her head to see how the others have shot, a smile twitching at her lips at Emilia's performance. Of that, she approves. Her head cants towards Adrienne, "It would seem we have some catching up to do," she ventures, meaning Emilia's performance. But, she's in good humor.

Gastogne watches at the shots that are sent by the competitors. In his current state of things, he can't quite make out who has done well. Squinting further exacerbates his headache, and so all he can do is sit back, waiting for the announcer to elocute!

A nod of her head is given to greet Clara, along with a smile. "Can't keep them from staring, anyway," this the muttered reply to Cathrynn. Adrienne exhales when the sign comes. The first arrow is drawn, aimed, and released, then a second. Rather mediocre shots, those first two, which brings a frown to the freckled Cassomir's face. The third shot is slightly better, but far from what she usually is capable of. Green eyes drift to her left and right, noting the superior shots of the other Huntresses. Lips are pressed together, a low curse muttered below her breath. Well. A lot of points need to be made in the next round, for her to at least maintain a chance to reach a respectable place in the contest.

Cathrynn takes her spot in the lineup of archers though seemingly not terribly thrilled about it. To her surprise she actually shoots well, but she doesn't really smile just a slight nod as she steps back and waits for the scores to be marked, hands clasped around the neck of her bow. Her dark eyes cut to the stands briefly then back to the field, watching all the other arrows fly.

Toes to the line, the younger of the two Tracanos on the field lifts her longbow, takes aim, and lets loose three arrows in somewhat rapid succession. The first two fly straight and true, nestled just to the right, the gold-trimmed green fletchings nearly touching each other. As usual, due to Clara's over-compensation, her third shot slides a little further than she would like, but still is a decent shot. It is only after the third shot lands when Clara allows herself to look at the other competitors…and nods in approval or expectation. It is unclear which.

The first round is tallied, and the runner comes to the barker with the results. "Lady Emilia Cassomir is in the lead— pretty little girl can shoot, it seems!" He looks to the crowd and then to the competitors. "Take your marks! Fire!"

<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Success. (1 4 2 6 1 4 6 2 8 5 3 5 5 5 2)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 7 4 4 8 1 3 2 4 4)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Success. (5 5 4 8 5 4 6 1 2 2)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Success. (3 7 3 6 1 3 3 1 4 5 4 2 2 4 5)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 8 5 2 6 8 6 8 2 1)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (6 6 3 8 5 7 2 7 4 2 8 8 8 4 7)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (3 2 2 5 7 1 4 3 6 7 5 3 7 5)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 7 7 1 5 4 2 6 5 6 4 8 1 6)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 3 7 6 8 5 3 3 3 4 5 8 5 7)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 7 2 2 3 4 5 1 6 7 6 7)

Gastogne watches over as the next round of bolts are fired over at the boards, waiting to see how well the next group of arrowers do as he rests back with his hands on his lap, nursing a finger to his palm.

<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (6 8 8 2 4 7 8 3 5 7 8 1)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (3 7 7 6 7 4 1 4 8 8 8 4)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Good Success. (7 3 3 1 7 2 1 1 5 7 4 6 6 3)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Success. (4 6 6 1 2 4 5 3 4 3 6 2 7 4)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (1 8 7 7 1 6 6 7 1 5 7 8 5 8)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 7 2 5 4 2 6 8 4 7 5 5 7 5 4)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (3 7 4 2 1 6 4 2 7 1 3 4 7 1 7)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (6 1 5 8 5 8 8 7 2 5 7 7 7 3 8)

A faint look is shot at Raelyn by Emilia, noting easily,"I am of sure you will catch of up, mine-sister." Before at the call of the announcer, the younger of the Cassomir sisters does take up the first of the arrows for the next round of shots. That focus regained as dark eyes center in on the target and she lets the arrow loose as her breath is let out. The shot not doing near so well, nor does the one that follows. Perhaps though that last shot does manage to hit square on the mark once again. A glance towards her sister's target, then to her sister as if to say, 'See, told you.'

<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 4 2 7 7 6 4 2 5 1 4 5 7)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 3 7 8 6 3 8 4 2 7 3 8 3)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 3 2 2 2 5 6 3 8 5 7 6 3)

Green eyes flicker with astonishment, when Adrienne notes Emilia's superior performance. Perhaps that was the advantage of being touched, as it shields Emilia from this horrible nervousness? The next round is called, and Adrienne steels her nerves. If this were in the woods, in a moment when a lot would depend on the quality of a shot, it would be different. There wouldn't be any people in the stands hollering and cheering for the others. "Damned Wraiths…", Adrienne murmurs this time, in the hope this mantra will do the trick. Maybe… to imagine the target would be that smiling Wraith that had bested Raelyn, the one who was also competing this time… Anyway, her two first shots in this round are better than those of the previous round, and she tops it off with a third arrow, hitting closer to the center, but still not hitting the bull's eye.

Round two and Cathrynn is no more giddy than she was when this shindig started. She draws back and lets arrow fly three times, somewhat rapidly, jaws clenching, eyes narrowed. She stares to the target for a moment then nods and steps back again, exhaling a sharp sigh, not at all happy with the results.

At the second rounds tally, the Cavalier's eyebrows raise and he grins. "A tie for the lead! Lady Raelyn and Princess Clara are neck and neck…" he lets out a low whistle. "Let us see how the final round turns out."

Its a bit of a way for the tally of the points but it seems Emilia's in the lead but he'll clap for each his consort, relatives especially. "Masterful shooting." Graham calls to each though he quiets as the next shooting takes place watching the arrows fly down field once more and more clapping from him for all.

Corvin fires his next three shots, and the first is merely adequate, the second barely hits the target. He grits his teeth and refocuses, and finally lands one squarely in the center of the bulls-eye. Ah well, he can always claim he's distracted by the recent birth of his nephews! Which…he somewhat is, but not really THAT much. He does, however, grin over towards Clara and give her a wink when she's announced as one of the leaders.

Gastogne watches as the tally goes up,and then takes a moment to try and squint through the crowd as he looks down at the two in the tie then, looking at Lady Raelyn and Princess Clara.

There is no words from Clara initially. Just silent observation until the announcer called for arrows once more. The first arrow finds company with the last arrow from the first round, not a bad shot, but definitely not the best Clara can do. With a shake of her head, Clara lifts her bow twice more, firing two arrows that find the center of the target soundly. The bull's-eyes are greeted with an expression of mild surprise…and a bit of a smile. Now that is more like it.

Tristan fires another three shots. One of them could have been better, but one was pretty good. He nods and then looks at what others are doing. Well, he should have known better than to go up against several Huntresses.

Raelyn touches her favor, briefly before taking another arrow. She is more consistent this time, the first two arrows sinking snugly around the smaller, outside circle around the center target. Her last arrow sinks cleanly into the target-space. She nods, far more satisfied with that performance. She looks over, then, to Clara and she casts a grin towards the young woman. She nods her approval, then readies for another round after casting a smile over towards Tristan; she's proud of her Huntresses, blood relations or not.

<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 5 7 8 6 7 6 6 4 6 5 3 3 4)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Great Success. (5 5 7 6 8 7 6 4 2 3 8 3 5 8)
<FS3> Corvin rolls Bows: Great Success. (4 7 7 5 5 2 1 7 6 2 8 2 2 3)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 6 8 6 5 1 5 6 7 5 1 2 5 6 8)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (8 1 5 2 1 8 6 5 8 5 7 5 8 8 1)
<FS3> Emilia rolls Bows: Good Success. (2 3 8 2 6 5 5 5 6 5 8 4 4 2 8)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Success. (6 2 5 1 2 5 4 8 6 2 3 6 1 4)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Success. (1 2 6 7 1 1 5 5 2 3)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 7 3 5 2 3 4 1 7 3)
<FS3> Tristan rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 6 6 5 5 4 8 5 7 3)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 1 7 6 1 2 3 1 7 5 6 3)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Success. (8 5 1 1 2 2 2 5 5 2 1 1)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 5 3 8 1 4 4 3 5 3 2 4 8 5)
<FS3> Clara rolls Bows: Good Success. (8 3 7 3 1 5 7 1 4 1 2 6)
<FS3> Adrienne rolls Bows: Good Success. (4 5 8 5 8 2 4 8 3 5 5 3 1 6)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 7 1 1 8 3 4 4 6 7 4 7 8 2 5)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (7 6 2 7 7 7 1 7 2 3 6 6 3 5 4)
<FS3> Raelyn rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 4 5 8 7 6 5 3 5 4 4 8 2 8 2)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Good Success. (5 4 4 1 3 6 3 8 5 5 8 2 5)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Great Success. (8 3 6 7 4 5 7 5 8 5 3 1 8)
<FS3> Cathrynn rolls Bows: Amazing Success. (7 1 5 3 8 8 5 4 2 8 8 7 8)

The results come back to the barker quickly. "And the winner is Lady Raelyn Cassomir, Mistress of the Hunt! and soon to be Viscountess of Ironhold in Rivana!" He waggles his brows. "…and lovely too."

Gastogne applauds over as the winner is announced, and glances down at the Lady. But can't make out amongst the Huntresses very effectively thanks to his massive hangover, so leans back with a sigh.

Hmm, seems her tactic has played out well enough. Adrienne's expression remains stoic though, not even the hint of a smile, when the next round is called. Focusing on her next three shots, the first hitting the outer ring, the next two closer to the center but still far from it. She stands, bow in hand watching the other shots, a brow lifting as well as one corner of her lips when she sees the superior shots of the other huntresses. She applauds when the Mistress of the Hunt is announced as the winner. A fact that manages to bring that cheerful smile back onto her stoic features.

Cathrynn too applauds the winner, one of her own, as it were, the Mistress of the Hunt, and fitting she would win. She slings her bow over her shoulder and collects her arrows then looks to the stands briefly before walking toward the other Huntresses to offer her congratulations. "A good showing," she says then to Raelyn, "Congratulations, my lady," she says.

Alina huffs a bit. "Really," she grumbles as she takes Eduard from one of the maids as he starts to fuss, "your uncle should have done better," she coos to her younger son. "But just remember, he will still injure anyone who even thinks of hurting my little boys, mm?"

Clara fires three more arrows, but none seem to find that elusive center. No matter, though, for she knows she had a fine showing. That warm smile of Clara's returns, as she too offers congratulations to the Mistress of the Hunt.

Raelyn's skill stays just as sharp for the last round, hitting the center target and then near her others as well. She is certainly pleased, but smiles to Emilia after a bow to the Royal Booths, and then to Cathrynn and Adrienne. "We all did splendidly. And we had some fine competition," with a nod towards Clara and then Tristan. The smile dims some, but she does give a quick, stoic nod of at least acknowledgment of skill to Corvin. He had bested her once before, afterall.

With the last round called, Emilia takes her mark one more. The first shot does go well enough, the second managing to once more hit the center joining the grouping that had formed there. Though the third again is further out. Not quite enough to make up for the poorer shooting in the second round she had done. The corners of her lips tugging in that fashion of a smile for her as she looks to her sister as Raelyn is soon announced as the winner,"Told of you that you would catch of up, do of imagine it might have something to do as well for whom you are competing of for." Lightly teasing her sister as she gives a faint incline of her head towards the favour worn. Noting to Clara,"You were doing rather of well there, thinking better than you thought."

Corvin sighs and shrugs a bit as his last round, while his most consistent, isn't enough to close the gap on the leaders. Not that he seems overly bothered by this. He glances towards Raelyn and gives a bit of a bow towards her, grinning still, before moving over to sit down and unstring his bow, whistling some tune common to Lonnaire as he works.

Graham will stand up after the last of the shots. He doesn't seem to think the event unimportant rather he is super excited for it and has been since he learned all would be competing. It seemed to live up to his expectations with everyone doing well. The announcement that his cousin has won increases the smile on his face. The Lord and Knight moves down towards the field at least close enough as he's able. "Well done all, wonderful shots. Well done Raelyn." He claps smiling to Cathrynn and his family and others. "I believe celebration is in order for all." he comments.

It takes another moment, before Adrienne moves over to join her Huntress sisters, giving Raelyn a heartfelt hug, along with a murmured "congratulations", moving over to Cathrynn, hugging her next, then Emilia. "You were very good," is stated towards Clara, her lips twisting into a wry grin. "You did better than I did. My congratulations. Two bull's eye shots. Amazing." This followed by a half-executed mock version of a bow. "Oh yes… celebration," Adrienne says, turning towards her brother. "This is another contest that goes to House Cassomir!"

Gastogne applauds the winner as well then, slowly rising up and over from his position as he rubs at his head. He's still hung over, and has a massive migraine. So obviously the solution, as far as the commoner is concerned, is to get drunk once more! … Just to make sure it's not at the place the royal family of his lands is.

Cathrynn inclines her head to Raelyn, "Indeed," she says then she's being hugged and she returns the hug, if lightly, it's just her way, Adrienne would know that. She nods to Graham, "Seems so," she agrees of celebrating. "Cassomir stands tall," she adds then looks over the rest of the field briefly.

Returning the hug to her cousin, Raelyn nods warmly, "I am up for celebration," she says, and then flashes a crooked grin towards Emilia, venturing to address the issue previously brought up, "I could hardly decline the offer, Emilia. It wouldn't have been polite, afterall." Again, her fingers graze the favor of the Warden's broach.

Emilia does give a respectful incline of her head to the other competitors in acknowledgement of effort well done, which does include Corvin. Then she is being hugged! The hug from her cousin is returned by Emilia, a mild tug to the corner of her lips. Stepping back a touch after the embrace is broken, a nod going to Graham,"Of aye, we should be of celebrating of proper." A glance towards Raelyn with a brow raising slightly,"The offer? Of indeed, quite of impolite. "

Graham moves down to the field finally just deciding well that's where he'll be. The knight taking his turn. He will hug closest being Cathrynn who also gets a small kiss. "You did really well Cat, and you’re included in the houses pride." he speaks to her. He moves on hugging Emilia "Well shot, Emilia very well done." He moves to his sister and hugs her kissing her cheek "You did amazing Adri, I watched all your shots." he comments and finally moving to hug Raelyn "Very well shot Raelyn congratulations." He comments looking to the others he knows "Good shooting your highness." he bows to Clara and to Tristan as well.

Adrienne's brows furrow a bit as she looks a little surprised by her brother's remark. "You watched all my shots? Then you'll know they were not my best, Graham. But…" Her arms close about him as she returns the hug. "Thanks for cheering for me anyway."

Now, with a mug of mead in hand, Gastogne goes to take a sip. and makes a face. Which means that he's not drunk enough to not notice the taste. Which means he should drink some more.

Cathrynn smiles a little at Graham when he hugs her and the kiss at least isn't refused if perhaps she pulls from it quickly. "Thank you," she says to him then she nods in agreement when he congratulates his family, "It has been quite the week for Cassomir," and she fleets a glance back at Graham again.

"Thank you," Raelyn tells Graham, giving the man pleased smile herself, "And you've certainly shown the field that the Cassomir name is one to be recognized. Well fought, cousin." She clasps him on the arm, asking, "Shall we all go out for drinks?" All who remain on the field are included in this, as is Graham.

Emilia returns Graham's hug as well when he joins them upon the field. "Of thanking, mine-cousin. Did not think to manage to shot of so well." Giving a nod to Raelyn's words about Graham's own performances this week,"Should of aye, celebrate of both, today and of Grahams earlier of showings."

"Do not worry sister, we spoke about this previously. We all have days where the sword feels off balance the bow feels wobbly, you did well." Graham says to her he turns back to Raelyn "Thank you cousin. I am glad to do the Cassomir name proudly. Though my sore arm, and bruises are grateful i'm not fighting further until I fight not to embarrass myself at the ball naturally." He comments but nods soon after about celebrations though he'll move back towards Cathrynn "It will be a fine time to be sure." he says to her and turning to Emilia "Thank you."

Cathrynn nods to Graham as the family talks and congratulates one another simply waiting to see if the group actually goes to celebrate.

As the Cassomirs and Huntresses talk amoungst themselves, Clara sees to retrieving her arrows and unstringing her bow. Certainly more casual than before, Clara is out of her own personal headspace…which does wonders for her observation skills. Including spying a certain Wraith. The glance elicits a slight reddening of the cheeks. However, Clara straightens…holding herself more to her title than normally she would have. It is a paltry defense, but good enough as it reminds her that she, even now, is being watched. Can't have any schoolgirl blushing done in public where people can gossip.

There is a mild glance towards Graham from Emilia, all solemn and stoic like. Least he was the only one privy to the previous nights little…thing. "Of come, enough of loitering of about." Using her bow to somewhat herd the daydreaming crew of Huntresses with the continuing congradulations and all onwards for celebrating and drinks, and whatever else the night has instore for them, to celebrate the performances upon the tournament field this week.

Watching over at the gathering contestants and chatterers afterthe competition, Gastogne stands off to the far end. After his last time falling flaton his face and being smacked down by a noble, he's not intent on having his face melted off once more - or worse, one of them deciding they have all the reason to lop off his head..

Graham nudges Cathrynn lightly with his elbow playfuly giving her a smile. "Come lets celebrate before my cousin smacks us with her bow." He will offer his arm to her if she wishes to take it but otherwise he'll walk hopefuly at her side. He looks to one other "Your welcome to join your highness, if you wish it." he speaks to Clara seeing as she's still packing up her bow and all that.

(OOC: please add if there were more poses)

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