Tonight was Twelfth Night. My local SCA group, the Shire of Sylvan Glen threw a gala bash. I got in at dusk from teaching and working horses all day. I dragged a brush through my tangled mane, threw on garb and raced down the road hoping the food was still hot and that no one was having fun without me. It was, and they were– and the fun continued on into the evening. Stay tuned for photos!

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