[color=00a99d][center][h1]Aemon Velaryon[/h1][/center][/color]

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The horse whickered loudly as it crested the hill, light brown hair foaming with sweat after hours of riding. All the same, it broke from its gallop to a steady trot, its rider giving the animal some small time to rest. The rider looked weathered like his horse, travel clothes damp with morning dew and a thick cloak disordered on his back. The garment was mildly overlarge for the rider but they seemed to care little as it helped with the morning chill present in the Vale of Arryn. From his hip swung an arming sword, sheathed, and on the other side he wore a well-wrought hunting horn of ivory. Almost as an afterthought, a bow was strung over his back haphazardly where it swung loosely with its owner's motions. The hood the rider wore was damp with the rest of his clothing cloyingly clung to their hair and forehead. With an annoyed sigh, it was yanked off revealing ruffled silver-blonde hair like spun gold. His eyes flashed a deep violet in the morning sun and his breath wet the cloak before his mouth.

Aemon was peering over the tourney ground less than half a league away. He allowed himself a smile at how close they were now. It seemed mere days ago they would never reach the place, a mirage that existed only in the words of Brus Baratheon and his father. It was for this reason the young squire had ridden his horse so hard this morning. Hearing they were close had spurred rare foolishness in the normally cold boy and he had taken off at a gallop as soon as his duties were done for Brus. It was worth it to finally see the fluttering banners and tents being lifted. The grounds were nearly completed and Aemon could see the lists from where he was on the hill. Looking to the fluttering banners he tried to guess all the sigils he could.

The Old man of Banefort, the tree of Blackwood and stallion of Bracken. The Ninestars of Templeton and the Bells of Strongsong. Many houses great and small were already here... including the two that made his chest squeeze around his lungs and shorten his breath. The golden Kraken of House Greyjoy was hung menacingly over a clustered of black and gold tents. The last time Aemon could remember seeing them was the last day he saw Bloodstone before sailing to Storm's end, but that was not the strongest memory he had of that banner. The other was a more complex response as he peered over the lists and found the Silver Seahorse of House Velaryon, his kinsmen were here. Aemon nervously shifted on his mount as he thought of seeing Lord Aerion or his sons. The troubling thoughts were pushed from his mind as he turned his horse about and began the long trot back to Lord Lyonel's camp.

As he rode back and was quickly overtaken by the thick woods of the Vale he mused on how he had arrived before the rest. At first, he and Brus had been riding with the Royal caravan alongside Lord Lyonel but not long into the ride Lord Lyonel had changed things. In the middle of the night, he had awoken Brus and his squire and invited them to a ride but a quick lad like Aemon quickly realized what was really happening. The night prior a rider in the Green of House Tyrell had arrived to inform the Royal party that the Lady Paramount Alys Tyrell would be joining them. By the time Brus and Aemon had packed Lyonel and his small band of Outriders was departing. They had ridden hard to outpace the Party behind them. The lengths to which Lyonel would dodge the Master of Coin were endlessly amusing to Aemon, Lyonel was practically running from a woman. They had ridden day after day and now it would be perhaps a few days between their arrival and the arrival of the Royal party. Aemon's pace picked up as he heard rough laughter down the road and the familiar sound of Brus Baratheon after a good joke. He smiled as his horse thundered down the road, Brus would be more elated than his squire knowing just how little time there was before he had a lance in his hand.