#⚔︎ interaction ╱ margaret blackwood

[benblvckwood]

closed starter for @floatingshadow setting: the litha festival, watching the combat competitions

"he's going to miss."

the words were matter-of-fact, spoken in complete confidence, for in matters such as these, benjicot blackwood was rarely wrong. he could see the trajectory of the arrow before it was even fired, and despite the competitor's previous shots, which had sailed cleanly to the target, he knew instinctively this would be the shot that would see him lose.

and he was proven right. this arrow did not sail through the air, but darted forward wildly, before finding home in the soft dirt of the ground, the force at which it was fired causing it to sink several inches before halting, and ben smiled, satisfied.

"told you. should have put some coin on it."

he turned away then, to look at his sister more fully, a casual smile on his face. "plan to enter myself. swords, though." he was not sure that would be much of a surprise to maggie. where swords were drawn, ben would usually find himself.

"so don't go giving your favour to anybody else. if someone asks, say no."