#cribbing that 'elayne sets up archery and sword fighting tourneys about 16 years after amol' bit from amyrlinegwene I think?

[birgittesilverbae]

Birgitte and Gaidal, any setting you choose

Bridget's face splits into a grin that holds as she waves to the crowd, as she sketches out an unpractised bow to Queen Elayne, as the master of ceremonies leads her over to greet the winner of the swordsmanship tournament.

A lanky boy a few years her senior rises from his seat in the pavilion, sweeping hair back from a lumpy face with one hand before raising it in a half-hearted wave. "I'm Garritt," he says gruffly, and she's struck with the passing fancy that she knows him, somehow, even better than she knows herself.

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