[h2][color=5C5252]Signar Wayland[/color][/h2][hr]Thankfully he had something to keep himself occupied as the herald's long winded speech just seemed to drag on and on. Even listening to his various teachers drone on had been a bit less tedious than this since their lectures actually contained bits and bobs of knowledge and theory. Not to mention how it seemed rather unwarranted given the selections hadn't even been made yet. Forcing them to stand and listen without even knowing if they were going to be chosen in the end? Bit cruel to drag things out for the nervous ones among them in his opinion, but he was terrible unqualified to comment on their glorious traditions and historied ways. He bit into his sandwich and slowly savored the bite, even if it had cooled by now, as he waited for the main point of this gathering. 

Oh good, he was almost out of his little distraction. Signar's eyes opened a bit wider as the exposition finally came to an end and names were called out instead. Granted, he held no expectation that he wouldn't be relegated to one of the last few names called out. The more important ones usually came first, and that seemed to be exactly the case if the clothes of those marching up with heads held high were any indication. He popped away the last bite of his sandwich, brushed off his hands, and settled in to wait some more. 

Unperturbed even as the numbers of hopefuls slowly dwindled around him, Signar cast his attention around the courtyard and raised an eyebrow. Two figures perched themselves atop fence posts, opposite of one another, as if they were gargoyles overlooking the space. A bit odd, but maybe that was one of the reasons why they were still here with the rest of them. With the finality of this last squad announced, Signar sighed audibly and turned his attention back towards the herald. It would be a shame to fail his entrance even after he had been graced with a generous opponent, but he would have to accept the matter. 

The status of those in command of the squad was more than a bit odd, but he supposed even the most noble of houses had an odd duckling here and there. Certainly, the way the blue-haired boy had descended from his perch when called had been more wild than noble. Taking a deep breath as his name was called, Signar couldn't deny that he felt a bit of relief. It was good to know that his effort had not been wasted. Though he marched towards the podium once his name was called, he didn't just simply abandon the blonde after striking up a conversation with her. [color=5C5252][sub]"Breathe."[/sub][/color] His voice was far softer now, just barely audible, and his hand clapped down firmly on Julain's shoulder. A firm, confident squeeze and then he stepped past him. Maybe it was unwarranted and unwelcomed from someone who had been accepted to someone who was still dangling on the edge. The squad's second had gotten quite the thrashing from the pint-sized blonde though, and didn't that at least warrant a chance?

It seemed it did. Biting down a yawn as no more names were announced, Signar settled for a relieved sigh that the ceremony was finally coming to an end. Their Commander, whose name he should probably learn before the day was over, was right in that he had heard too many speeches today. Even his own, short as it was, nearly passed in one ear and out the other. He did manage to keep a hold on the question though, and he supposed it was a good one as any. The louder instructions did a good job of ringing in his head for a bit as Signar nodded to himself and let out another sigh.

[color=5C5252]"Whew... Gods, we're probably going to have to put up with worse on ceremony, won't we?"[/color] Signar thought aloud to no one in particular as he threw his hands up and felt something pop in quite the satisfying way. He was a bit distracted that the mop of blonde hair didn't catch his attention immediately, and he could hardly be blamed with all the other trainees milling about around him. It was only natural that they'd flow around him instead of trying to jostle him out of the way. He raised a hand to shield his eyes and looked towards the sky, gauging the sun's position to check just how much ti-

He looked down at the familiar voice, and didn't hesitate to grin as he raised a fist towards Julian before he realized that he probably wasn't familiar with the gesture. He let his hand fall with a quick shrug before he nodded. [color=5C5252]"Yeah, congrats to the both of us. Now we'll just have to stick around, eh? You can call me Signar or Sig if you want."[/color]