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[color=82ca9d][b][center]Lyra[/center][/b][/color]

The loud roar of the horse made Lyra cry out and stumble backwards, falling to the ground. She covered her ears and closed her eyes against the horrific noise. She jumped even more when she felt something licking her. Opening her eyes she saw it was a small fox. She scooted back a bit, worried the animal might bite her. It approached again, slowly and keeping it's ears down in a submissive way. It was actually very sweet looking. Lyra reached a shaking hand towards the fox and it pressed it's head to her palm, allowing her to stroke it's head.

The male voice made her gasp and jerk her hand back. She recognized him of course. He was the blacksmith back in her home. She had never met him formally though, had just seen him in passing as he delivered things to the keep.
She swallowed hard and stood, brushing off her dress. [color=82ca9d]"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause the horse distress,"[/color] she said. [color=82ca9d]"We haven't met but we share a home. My name is Lyra Sky, servant of the Hyland family."[/color]
She looked towards the tournament and started shaking again, thinking of what was happening. [color=82ca9d]"It's not your horse's fault. It is mine. I am afraid in my distress I was not paying attention to my surroundings and I startled him."[/color]

Here, with another low-born as herself, she felt more talkative and at ease.
[color=82ca9d]"I am not alright, but there is nothing that can be done about it unless you can influence the outcome for the tournament."[/color]