Lorelai knew she wouldn't win but she harbored a secret pride in knowing she came close. Freya followed Midas off the cliff, only a few feet behind before her opponents took the win. The mare snorted, shuffling too and fro as if irritated by the loss. "You have my congratulations Isiah." Lorelai's hair was windblown, the intricate braids that kept the thick of it back were mess. "A prize, for your winning!" She laughed, pulling off her ribbon, allowing her hair to be freed, and tossing it to the knight while picking up the side of her dress like a curtsy. "A gift, from the bastard princess!" Lorelai laughed a laugh so free and full that she felt that she'd float away. Lori was well aware of what she was and she never really cared, but she never dared to make a jest of it while inside the castle. She leaned down and hugged she neck of the mare, still giggling like a fool.