(How about this: Our characters go off and spar, then do leisure activities until the time comes to get ready for the party. It goes smoothly, except when the king knights people towards the end, Skylark isn't one of them. Skylark doesn't say anything, he waits until Githis is off having fun with other friends, before going up to the king and his ministers. He asks them, and the king treats him like dirt, telling him he'll never be a knight. Skylark leaves quickly, quietly, without interrupting the party. Skylark will leave, without telling anyone, heading off to a place he and Githis know. Who and how they come after him, it's up to you. I don't care to know that part, but do you agree with the rest?)
Skylark chuckled, settling into an easy, ground-eating lope to gain on Githis with every stride. He was naturally athletic, like most foxes. Skylark was slim, not large in size, but surprisingly strong, with every ounce on his frame a muscle. That was why the waraxe was so good for him, Skylark could put every ounce on his body behind each swing, delivering crushing blows many wouldn't expect from an opponent his size. "Hah. Fairytale prince yourself, fatty! I'm gaining on you!" Skylark called out, his own bushy tail swishing in time with his strides.