Mood: Hooves pound the damp earth as mighty stallions race across the field. Wooden lances crack on painted shields. A mighty blow! A champion fallen. The crowd cheers. Huzzah!
Smells Like: Sun-burnt stables and freshly dug earth pierced with shards of wooden spears.
It is time for merry men and fair maids to gather once more to don their finery, their kirtles and kilts, bodices and bows, and frolic among the trees and tents.
A boisterous gathering beckons beneath a blue sky. Music floats through the trees as the savory and sweet fragrances rise from stalls. Horses stamp at the lists, ready for their knights to ride them into battle, and players make merry on a rough wooden stage.
The sun has returned and with it the joyous days of celebrations and meetings, old friends reunited, and new companies formed.
The crowd cheers as the champions take their places in the lists. A mighty black stallion stamps the earth, sending dust clouds flying. Armor glints in the sun as the announcer stirs up the audience. "Choose your champion!"
One knight rides to the stands. A fair maiden beckons, her hair stirring in the breeze. He lowers his lance, and she ties her favor to the end. When he lifts the lance again, her blue silk ribbon flutters like a flag.
Taking his place at the lists, he awaits the signal. The trumpet sounds. The steeds explode from their places. Hooves thunder across the earth. Sweat glistens on the flanks of the racing steeds as their riders hurtle towards each other.
Crash! With a clang of metal on wood, the lance strikes true! The knight clatters to the ground, metal armor ringing. The crowd erupts in a raucous cheer. The victor rides before the stand, blue ribbon flying behind him.
The warmth of this candles flame draws you to the list field where flags fly and you can smell the dark earth, wood chips, and the hot breath of horses.