Tourney Treats? (Day 1 LAte afternoon)

[Derrick]

One thing about being a teenage boy, you were almost always hungry, and derrick was no exception to this rule. After his spar with the knight of mystery he made his way to the tourney's market. Maybe there was someone with some treats for sale. He'd only need something small to tide himself over until dinner.

[Gwenyth Snow]

What did they have at a southron market anyway, Gwen wondered, yawning a little from her afternoon nap as she strolled past the stalls. Walder was equally curious too about all the scents as well, loping by her side as the duo tried to figure out what would be good to eat.

[Derrick]

Honey cakes, or at least that was what Derrick had found. He was seemingly busy eating one, but there was another in his other hand. Apparently one just wasn't enough for the growing boy.

He did recognize the young blonde girl as the one that tried to sneak by the guards earlier that day. But with a full mouth and a treat in both hands it was hard to greet her.

[Gwenyth Snow]

Still trying to decide, Gwen saw the young man looking at her. She looked around and behind her, making sure he wasn't looking at someone else, then looked back at him.

"... Are those good?" she asked, pointing to the still-to-be-devoured honeycake in his hand.

[Derrick]

His response was a nod followed by a swallow so he could talk. "Aye, pretty good if you like sweet things." He said, hesitating a bit before offering the undevoured one towards the young girl.

"You can try a piece if you like."

[Gwenyth Snow]

She was clearly tempted, biting down on her lip as she reminded herself to not just greedily take it. "But it's yours? Is that alright?"

[Derrick]

"I really don't need two, dinner isn't far off after all." It really waant now that he thought about it. He really couldn't help being hungry though. The matches in the previous hours had left him feeling a bit peckish.

[Gwenyth Snow]

"Well, if it's alright...?" she carefully extended a hand to accept the offered honeycake. "I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Snow. Forrester... I mean, I'm with the Forresters... And this is Walder, my dog."

[Derrick]

Forrester? That was the name of the pretty lady he had met earlier, the one seemingly untreated in mystery knights and warrior women. "Ah... I'm Derrick, a retainer in the service of the Algoods. It's nice to meet you Miss Gwen."

His eyes turned to the dog. "He seems well trained have you had him long?"

[Gwenyth Snow]

Gwen nodded. "Yeah, he's been with me for two years, but I've known him since he was a pup. Our master of the hounds trained him, along with the other hunting dogs we have back home, but I got to keep Walder," she smiled happily at that and took a mouthful of honeycake.

"He's a good hunting dog." Talking with her mouth full... still needed to work on those lady-manners.

[Derrick]

"I've never had a dog myself." The older boy mused as he looked over the animal. "Must be nice to always have a friend around."

He proved his own lack of manners as he started to lick the sticky honey off his fingers. "Did you get to name him?"

[Gwenyth Snow]

She shook her head. "No, it was the master who did... Walder isn't really a good name for him either, I think, so I call him Wally sometimes. Especially earlier today when I met another dog called Walder since that was less confusing, so... he doesn't really look like a Walder, I think, but I don't know what else I'd call him if I could."

[Derrick]

"I think wally would be fine." He offered glancing towards the dog. "As long as he answers to it that is." He tilted his head to the side slightly. "What do you think a Walder looks like then? If not like Wally?" It was probably something of a silly question, but he asked anyways.

[Gwenyth Snow]

"Humm... I guess... Walder sounds a bit old. Like it's someone old and scruffy and greying? Wally is more cute?" she brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear. At least she didn't think it was a silly question.

[Derrick]

"It does sound pretty old and scruffy now that you mention it." He mused, glancing towards the dog. "I think I'll call him Wally then, if you don't mind."

He glanced towards the stall selling honey cakes, pondering buying another. "Did you like the cake by the way?"

[Gwenyth Snow]

She nodded, realising her fingers were sticky from the honeycake, but also having enough of a proper mind at the moment to not lick them. "Yeah... it was very good. Thank you. It was very nice of you to share." Another nod.

"Are you hungry?" she followed his glance to the stall.

[Derrick]

"Ahhh..." He let out a wry chuckle. "I'm almost always hungry Miss Gwen, but I'll be fine. Dinner isn't all that far off after all."


"Unless you were wanting another? Or maybe to try something else?"

[Gwenyth Snow]

She looked at him with some concern and curiousity. "... If you're always hungry... don't you get enough food at home?"

[Derrick]

"I do, my dad says it's because I'm growing and all, my body needs more food to keep getting taller." It made a bit of sense, he was getting taller after all.