Sylas had arrived with his sister and Ser Calon only a little late. They had heard Lord Appleton's call to "Loose!" as they picked their seats and chatted away about Calon's first tilt. The heir to Starpike often felt the heat of victory through his sworn shield's stories of battle and this was no exception having seen it first hand.
"Calon, I must admit I was afraid we were going to witness a loss for House Peake's first tournament in ages. The way that knight toppled from his horse though sent a thrill through me!" Calon laughed, smiling at the praise of his lord.
"I thought I was finished as well, Lord Sylas, though I haven't won yet either."
"Oh stop good Ser," Cedra interjected with a soft hand on Calon's shoulder, "you should be joining my brother in his celebration for your performance. These days more than ever we need to enjoy the small victories." Her smile was wide and expressive even while her eyes remained somewhat downcast and demure.
"And we saw the rest of the field today, your odds in the next rounds are good my friend. Who do you think you'd like to face next?" Sylas asked, eager to keep speaking of the joust and the excitement to come.
"You speak true, Lady Cedra," the knights voice replied to Sylas' discontent, "and I am very happy I didn't embarrass your House in my first tournament. I suppose I should be happiest to dwell on that than what might come."
The conversation continued like this for what seemed ages to Sylas. Calon and Cedra spoke mostly to each other, and many of Sylas' observations or questions went unheeded. He knew it wasn't out of malice, but just the focused minds of two people interested in one another that kept him on the outside. Still though, he found himself feeling a hint glum and looking around the stands a bit bored.
He tried watching the archery competition, and he knew that there was true skill being displayed on the field. His attention however strayed often to those around him. He almost giggled like a boy when he saw the defeated looking face of Lord Graves high in the stands next to a very obviously drunk and sleeping man, and his eyes even picked out Lord Tarly though he had still not introduced himself.
He had seen Ser Domeric with the young maiden of House Serry move to a different spot in the stands. That was curious to Sylas, but he assumed they wanted to speak with Ser Elwood about something or the other. As Cedra and Calon kept chatting away, Sylas saw that the rest of House Serry were seated fairly close to him. He thought of saying something to them, but couldn't think of a way to start a conversation beyond reminding them of their knight being unhorsed earlier that day.
Finally his eyes returned to the archery field, and waited for a break in his companies relentless flirting to rejoin the discourse.