L'van wasn't expecting himself to be all that great during the competition. He knew he wasn't terrible at the sport, but compared to some of the others he was a rock. Even so, he did his best, and it seemed his best was indeed good enough this time around. A grin flicked his mouth up and he turned to Shiravani, who'd turned out to watch her grandfather complete. He lifted his hand towards her, and the whitehandler returned the greeting with one of her own.
He approached Ay'li before the next round could begin, a grin on his face as he gently tapped his friend's shoulder with his bow. "It would seem we're a little bit closer to that bet we spoke of. Are we still on for it? The Benden is calling your name, I just know it..."
He chuckled, all but certain she wouldn't be able to resist the lure.