Sword and fire, crouching for employment

Yesterday we went up to Endewearde for The Tourney of Love. It was a good time, with not many people I knew well but quite a few nice people that I'm glad to have met and to have spent more time with. And, largely in reaction to events like Birka and Twelfth Night that I had had no real interest in at all, I wanted to go to a classic SCA event, in a hall, with fighting and feasting and performance and stuff. And this was just what I wanted.

And so, I went to Wednesday's practice to make sure my armor was alright putting it on the first time since... uh, Pennsic, probably. Neither day was a large number of bouts, but my kit and I were both noticeably creaky, and I'm currently pretty damn sore and bruised. I won a neat 50% of my fights in the tourney, but I've got some work to do if I don't want 24 rounds to wipe me out. I suppose, as E remarked on Wednesday, at least I'm not finding this state of affairs in May...

Oh, yeah, and at the event Alethea awarded me a Burdened Tyger. That was very sweet.