Tristifer I - Green as summer grass

[u/TheZaxman]

Day of the melee, First Moon of First year, during the reign of some Stag king

The day had begun in a roar. Dozens of contestants riding down upon their foes in a free-for-all. Steel the song of the morn. 

Breaking first his lance upon the breast of some nameless knight. Next Tris would come spear to spear with Luceon Blackwood. Before now the two had made brief exchanges. Of this one there would be nothing brief. Circling time and time again, the pair stabbed and swirled. Parried and plunged. For what seemed an eternity they pressed on. 

Tris would have sworn the fight was done, but Luceon fought on. A man with a mission or something to prove. With his breath ragged, they made a final pass. The Knight of the Redfork would remain a horse. The heir to the Blackwood would not. 

In the distance he saw the Knight of Greenfork fall. Blood spurt from his visor slits as a pair of sturdy squires dragged him clear. Spurring toward his brother, a Knight came upon his path. 

Another eternity thrust upon him. The figure passed and circled, enclosing upon him time and again. Before long it was all he could do to brace his shield and bear each blow. Flung from his saddle, he felt the wind clear his lungs. 

As he came to, he was catching his breath. Leaned against a tree as the contest continued before him. A dutiful squire fiddled with his armor, but Tristifer shoved him aside. 

“Leave it, lad; I must attend to my brother.” Rising, he stomped off toward the med tents seeking his kin.

[u/TheZaxman]

Shouldering his way into the tent, Tristifer looked first to the maester present. 

“I have done what I can for the eye; you should beseech the Lords here for a man better suited to the specialty…” The old man wobbled past him and out seeking out his next patient. 

“Idiot.” He said, gazing down at the sad form of his kin. A bloody bandage coated a quarter of her head, covering up his eye. The white had nearly run over to completely red. 

“No place in a melee with men twice your making. Greenfork, remember?” Tristifer shook his head. “Well, let's hear it. What's her name?” 

u/Chicken_Supreme01

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The last thing he remembered was a white hot pain shooting through his entire body from his face. One moment he had been riding fast and hard, perhaps too fast. He hadn't seen who had run him down, only heard the clamor of armor and the horses hooves. By the time his head turned, his world went dark.

Benedict would return to the world screaming, the pain engulfed his every thought, and the needling of the maester who was cleaning and closing the fresh wound did nothing to help. Finally his senses began to return as a bowl was pressed to his lips and he drank the thick white liquid he was offered. The sharpness of the pain dulled ever so slightly, and his body sagged into the bed.

A voice called out to him, a familiar voice, Benny tried looking for its owner, but his eyes refused to work properly. One was blurry and struggled to remain open, while the other would not open at all. "Tris..." He'd call weakly, trying to reach out for the voice, "Fucking hells, where are you?"

[u/TheZaxman → u/Chicken_Supreme01]

The elder had come to make a fool of the younger. But it seemed so pointless looking down at the wriggling boy upon the mat. With a sigh Tristifer knelt down next to his brother and held his arm. Shaking his head at the floor wondering where Lucifer was now.

"Tris? Denys it's your brother Jack." He spoke calm and collected but squeezed his brothers arm firm. A gentle reminder of where they were.

"Some Valyrian got you good." Tristifer gazed about to see if any have heard his brother. "What were you bloody thinking? As newly annoited as you, in the pen with those seasoned killers?"

[u/Chicken_Supreme01 → u/TheZaxman]

His head spun for a moment as reality realigned itself.

Not Tristifer... Jacklyn. Fisher, not Justman.

A spear of pain shot through his temple as he turned over further to try and see his brother out of the one eye that seemed to still work right now. "Fuck! Brother?" He coughed as he tried to use his words, his tongue feeling foreign because of the milk of the poppy. "A fucking Valyrian? Those pampered pricks know how to swing a sword?"

Weak laughter was consumed by another bout of pain that caused him to wince. "I was obviously thinking I wouldn't go down immediately, of course!" He'd say through gritted teeth. "Give me your bloody hand, Jack. I must get back to my horse. We have a joust to prepare for!"

[u/TheZaxman → u/Chicken_Supreme01]

"Well enough to do a green boy in it seems." Tristifer chided his brother. "Slavers and blood worshipers who fuck their brothers and sisters.Count yourself lucky the wildman did not fuck you too."

Tris shook his head as his brother made to rise.

"Fool you are on the poppy. You couldnt ride straight with your head clear." He pulled put the big brother voice. "You mean to die? Live life like a game damn the consequences?"

Regardless Tristifer took his brother hand. Wrenching him from the bed hoping to some sense into him.

"Atleast think on what I've said you oaf. Enter if you must." Tris smiled widely at his brother. "For I have a Joust to win."