For the second time this year Pasquale has taken over the tournament grounds for a game of Popinjay. Several masts have been set up with stuffed birds perched at heights considered easy, average, difficult or extremely difficult for various weapons. "Several of you were here last time." Pasquale says as he strides over to the group. "So I'm certain you remember the rules but for the rest of you." he pauses to smother a small cough. "Here is how it goes. Each of the birds you see up there has a different number of points associated with it depending if you manage to brush it with your projectile, wobble it or knock it clean off. Its 1, 2 or 3 points for the crow" he points to the lowest, easy, shot. "2, 3 or 5 for the seagull." he points to the next average shot. "5,6 or 7 for the owl." he points to the one near the top. "or 8,9 or 10 for the eagle up there at the top. Its up to you which target you go for but you only have three shots to get the best score you can." again he smothers a cough. This time with a somewhat annoyed slant to his mouth. "Who is competing and with which weapon?"

Jan has joined the General Seating.

Mattheu arrived early with Ann and set to wandering the grounds to get a better view of where on the yard arms the stuffed animals were placed out this round for the tournament. Not one to slouch away from a challenge he's studying each location then stepping backwards to get a better view. When Pasquale offers the rules he raises his hand from just under one of the yard arms. "I'll be competing." Then to look at what weapons are available. "Javelin looks solid."

Yes, Ann came here early with Mattheu. But she's not competing this time. Her gaze flickers at Pasquale when she hears his cough. Trying to see how he's faring but she is also finding a seat and to see who else will be competing. Grinning when she hears Mattheu and what he will use too compete with.

Ann has joined the General Seating.

Jan is in the stands to spectate. And drink. She did also stop by the concession tend and get something to munch on while she cheers the competitors on.

Titania comes walking into the Tournament grounds, a bow in her hand as her blue eyes look around. She is dressed in her blacks with her short black cape on, her hair is pulled up into many braids what rest at the back of her head in a pony tail, there is all manner of colored blues and green ribbon braided into the braids with small delicate sea shells. She looks to Pasquale, "I will be competing."

Medeia arrives alone and begins to move to find a spot in the stands when she hears that javelins would be acceptable weapons. She diverts course to go greet Pasquale and asks, "Hurling a javelin is not much different from hurling a trident?"

Jaenelle is no archer, and does not appear to be here to compete. She moves carefully towards the benches where others have come to witness those who plan to throw or shoot or toss or fling random items at other items.

Jaenelle has joined the General Seating.

Pasquale nods at the competitors and gestures for them to step forward. "Pick your first target then." he looks to Medeia. "Considerably easier I should think."

Jan says, "Huzzah! All my coin on the devastatingly attractive Kennex Lass!" Like she's just a spectator and not, you know, actually family. "huzzah for Lady Titania!"

Mattheu checks strength and medium wpn at daunting. Mattheu is successful.

Medeia's nose wrinkles slightly as she looks at the javelins and considers if she is up for potentially making a fool of herself. In the end, she shrugs and hefts one, testing its weight. "Count me in," She says to Pasquale, and then she is moving into position.

Medeia checks dexterity and medium wpn at hard. Medeia fails.

Titania checks dexterity and archery at normal. Titania is successful.

As the competition looks to be under way there is applause coming from Ann. She's watching all but her eyes stay steady on Mattheu and to see how he's faring.

Titania looks over at Jan and grin, a blush coming to her cheeks as she brings her bow up and goes for normal target first as if testing out the waters so to speak, she raises the bow up and lets the shot lose and it hits its mark.

The javelin is given a small hoist as Mattheu sets for how to best balance it then looks up to the top of the yardarm and lunges his whole body into throwing the speared post at the top of the arm. Javelin sails clean and hard pinning through the bottom of the Eagle and ringing out with the arm of weapon to shake when it nails itself to the yard arm. He squints at the Owl and where the javelin has stuck only to throw his arms into the air, "That counts for something? I believe it does?"

When Medeia throws her javelin, it isn't clear if she was actually aiming for something or just releasing some pent-up energy. The lady appears to shove the weapon into the air. It arcs high, missing everything, and clatters to the ground harmlessly.

"What an impressive shot." Pasquale tells Mattheu before watching the remainder of the competitors take their turns. Each time listening to murmurs from that guy with incredible vision and making notes. At the end he declares: "After that impressive round we have Mattheu in first place with 9 points and Titania in second with 3. Please shoot again when you are ready."

Medeia checks dexterity and medium wpn at normal. Medeia marginally fails.

Mattheu checks strength and medium wpn at hard. Mattheu marginally fails.

Titania checks dexterity and archery at daunting. Titania is successful.

Ann is a loud cheerer. Of course she is. She jumps out of her seat and applauds loudly when she hears Pasquale tell the score. "Yes! Way to go Mattheu! You've got this!" She should be embarrassed about here enthusiasm but is not.

Mattheu looks back up at the javelin that is stuck to the post then over to another to pick it up. Giving it another spin and heft to feel where it is best balanced, sends the sharpened post sailing. Or so he was pretty sure that's how it was supposed to go, it gets into the air only to sail wide and past the Owl below the eagle. The Rivenshari lord stops with a roll of his shoulder and is now waving goodbye to the javelin as it takes flight past anything worth of points. Then to turn and clap for Medeia and Titania. His bells let out a soft song as he cheers them on now. "Can't get them all y'know?" Even as he's completely missed any targets he's still smiling.

Once the javelin has been retrieved, Medeia - a little pink in the cheeks - returns to the spot she is meant to throw from and makes a slightly better effort. Slightly. Again, the projectile clatters to the ground without so much as grazing a target. She's too proud to look as though she regrets her choice to compete, however, and she gives Mattheu a nod.

Titania nods her head, "YOu have a very good first shot M'lord." she smiles as she decides to go for the big shot and she breaths deeply the string pulled back and lets go, she waits for the hit and she gives a little victory hop.

"It seems Titania was inspired to match Mattheu's previous shot." Pasquale says with a little smile. "And she did exceptionally. This round the scores are Mattheu: 5 for a touch on the Owl. Medeia: 2 for a touch on the Seagull. Titania: 9 for making the Eagle wobble. That makes the grand totals so far, Mattheu at 14, Titania at 12 and Medeia at 2. Perhaps this next round one of you will knock the bird clean off its perch?" More softly he turns towards Medeia and says "You are doing well. This isn't how most people train."

There is still applause coming from Ann. This time for all three. Telling Titania, "Excellent!" Telling Medeia, "Good try!" If Mattheu is looking even in her direction she has a thumbs up for him as she finds her seat once again and pulls out her flask. She needs a drink. Lots of excitement to be had.

Jan issues a sharp, trilling whistle when Titania hits her target "Huzzah Titania!"

Medeia squints in the direction of the seagull and then at the person assisting Pasquale in judging. "I think someone is taking pity on me," She says softly, a touch of good humor in her voice. The javelin is retrieved yet again before she flashes a quick, appreciative smile to Ann.

"Encouraging." Pasquale replies lightly. "I would not have set the crow and seagull if I didn't want people to be able to work to their own ability."

Mattheu checks strength and medium wpn at daunting. Critical Success! Mattheu is spectacularly successful.

Titania checks dexterity and archery at daunting. Titania is successful.

Medeia checks dexterity and medium wpn at normal. Medeia is successful.

Jan's eyes widen a bit and she issues a low slow whistle, "Remind me to never piss off your intended without cover. Blessed' Mangata's jigglies."

Pasquale is overheard praising Mattheu: eagle eye

Pasquale is overheard praising Titania: A Fine Shot!

Pasquale is overheard praising Medeia.

Jan is overheard praising Mattheu.

Jan is overheard praising Pasquale.

Jan is overheard praising Titania.

Jan is overheard praising Medeia.

Ann is overheard praising Mattheu.

Ann is overheard praising Pasquale.

Ann is overheard praising Titania.

Ann is overheard praising Medeia.

Titania is overheard praising Pasquale.

Titania is overheard praising Mattheu.

The seagull has earned itself an enemy. Or at least, it has become the main target of Medeia's attention. The lady gives a faint smirk in response to Pasquale before squaring back up to launch the javelin at the seagull. It solidly connects, and Medeia huffs out a triumphant "hah!" when she sees it. It's nothing compared to the spectacle of Mattheu or the skill of Titania, but she's smiling nonetheless.

Mattheu stretches from the last throw, looking to give chase to the javelin when he's handed a new one. This one he gives more time to find the balance to it and hurls it into the upper level of the yard arm where the eagle plushie sits pinned in place by his previous throw. A long stare to watch the metal beam spin then the resounding small sound of metal slicing through body of plush animal as feathers and stuffing puff out nearly comical as Mattheu is left with his arms at his sides and turns to Pasquale, only to address the lord while the feathers and fluff rain over them. "If I wanted to be able to have that plushie. But its now..." He holds his hand out to catch some of the plush coming down from top of yard arm.

"An incredible finish." Pasquale tells Mattheu. "That final shot seems Mattheu finish with an incredible 24 points. Titania would have beat any other field with her exceptional 21. Congratulations to you both." he gestures for someone to go over with a purse.

Jan says, "Well done Lady Eswynd!"

Jan has left the General Seating.

Ann looks over at Jan. Laughing. "That was pretty spectular." Then fingers to her mouth and she's doing a whistle. Maybe she picked up something from all the time she has spent with the Rivenshari. "Woooooo!" Just a little excited. But she's also applauding for the two ladies who competed too.

Titania went for a hard shot again, hitting it and then she blinks as feathers and stuffing come raining down. She gives a soft chuckle, "Very good shot Lord Mattheu." she grins, looking to Pasquale she smiles, nodding her head to him. "Thank you." she looks over to Medeia, "YOu did well as well Lady medeia." she looks over to Jan and grins.

There is fluff in Medeia's hair as she turns with a beaming smile toward Jan and gives her 'adoring fan' a curtsy. "Thank you, my lady!" Back to Mattheu and Titania, she respectfully bows her head to them both. "You two are impressive, congratulations."

Pasquale nods when Titania tells Medeia she did well. "In any other field you would have done quite fairly."

Jan issues another trilling whistle for the contestants and their making short work of their targets.

Mattheu is not trying to brush the raining fluff away from him, though does stand near to center of the rain that is coming down. A bow to Medeia with hand to his heart. "You did well yourself Lady Medeia. They were a rare and interesting staggering of locations to hit." He nods to Titania as well, "Thank you Lady Titania."

Ann looks to Jan, "Your cousin did well. They all did." Smiling to the other lady.

"I was clearly doing them," Medeia motions to Mattheu and Titania, "A favor. How else are they to look so spectacular if not shown against someone thoroughly average?" She grins at Pasquale.

Jan says, "Indeed, your man made that shot look easy!"

Mattheu is left to step out of his raining debris circle towards Medeia, "You're doing yourself a disservice in comparing to others. While that might be the point of friendly competition, we should also be aiming towards our personal bests."

Titania chuckles watching Mattheu standing in what's left of the stuffed bird, she nods her head in agreement with his words to Medeia. She turns to head for Jan with a small happy hop, "Cousin!"

Jaenelle has left the General Seating.

13 House Velenosa Guards have been dismissed.

Ibasia, the Velenosa Lady-in-Waiting have been dismissed.

Ellani, the palm sized spider have been dismissed.

Jan rises and trots down to meet Titania with open arms "You were amazing! Well done cousin!"

"Just having a little fun, my lord." Medeia murmurs to Mattheu before looking around at the gathering. After a moment, her expression turns a touch wistful. When the opportunity arises, she slips away from the tournament grounds.