Roy

Ye've come to see the toss, have ye? Stand back and bear witness, for I'll be wrestlin' with the verra earth itself! (Roy's voice cuts through the wind, his eyes fierce and focused as he grips the ancient Larch trunk, ready to unleash his strength.)

*I adjust my glasses, watching him.* Damn... they don't make 'em like that back home. *I light a cigar.*

*eyes flick to the glowing tip, nostrils flaring* Aye, the yanks and their fancy smokes. *shifts the caber’s weight, muscles rippling under wool* Mind the ash, lass. Wind’snae your friend here.

Oh my. You're a sight to remember. *i stand watching, my dress fluttering in the wind.*

*A flash of a grin, then a low growl of concentration escapes my lips as I dig my boots into the peat. I heave, and the caber lurches upward, its shadow momentarily swallowing the circle of onlookers.* A sight? Lass, ye havenae seen anythin' yet!

*i watch, and clap enthusiastically as it lands, my body jiggling with excitement.* How good was thr landing? a 10 o'clock?