The Tourney at Ashford

Davelyn was sitting outside the Kellington compound with Qitam nearby, tossing slices of apple into the air for the stallion. And More often than not Qitam would catch them. He gently whistled a tune that sounded like it should be Dornish. "Good job Qitam," he says happily after a slice is caught, before going back to the song and starting to slice off another piece.

Wylla would find herself riding up with her own personal palfrey, as Gouren would lead the horse for her. They entered the Kellington reserved grounds, as Gouren's brow arched, and Wylla's smile curled almost devilishly. Moving to guide her own steed closer, Wylla would smile down at the knight.

"It would seem we cannot be kept apart, Ser Davelyn."

As she approaches, he tosses the rest of the apple to Qitam (catching it) and wipes the knife off with a small cloth before tucking it away.

"I consider it a blessing Lady Terrick," he replies with a bow, for both the visitors. "How can I be of assistance to you?"

"I was hoping to pass some good will onto House Kellington, and arrange a chance to properly sit down and speak. Rather than couriers, I prefer to arrange these sorts of things face to face."

"Well, Lord Kellington is a bit busy at the moment I think. I could go ask if he will see you. Or if it is something that we can discuss I would be glad to sit down with you." He sounds interested in whatever it might be.

"I am not here to intrude. I simply wished to arrange a time for a proper meetings. Sitting with you can likely accomplish some of that, could it not? I'll happily accept such an invitation."

"In that case, please join me Lady Wylla and Gouren. I have some refreshment we can share over our talk," he says, leading the way to one of the tents. "I have water, cider and wine."