[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Crimson Paladin]

The junior knight nodded, not daring take his eyes off the scene yet, burning it into his memories.

[color=goldenrod]"I've dreamed of this since boyhood."[/color] he replied first, casting his eyes across the field like a broad fishing net over the lakeside. [color=goldenrod]"Never once did I [i]really[/i] think I would live long enough to see the Valours with my own eyes. To be part of it. I'll remember this moment my whole life remaining— so I'm here to take it all in, should I find I'll one day wake from a passing fantasy, and return to war until a senseless death."[/color]

Grim words, but lightly said— the enduring vista all the reaffirmation he really needed as he let it wash over him, and sink deep into the heart. Nodding along and following Sir Fleuri's guiding hand, he listened to each anecdote that matched a pavilion, a banner, a hammered-in post to split a field.

[color=goldenrod]"Consider me warned,"[/color] he snickered, jutting his chin towards the first patch of dirt his comrade had pointed out. [color=goldenrod]"You'll have to point her out to me when the time comes— I'd hardly want to be insulting the wrong lady unknowingly, and draw my senior's ire so."[/color]

At the mention of heraldry, though, his good humor faded behind a quirked brow, and a small, unsure fidget. A first crack in that overawed armor his bearing had worn until now.

[color=goldenrod]"Heraldry... Renar's made mention of that a few times, but am I not able to simply fight under the Order's banners? Is such a thing uncustomary, for men... you know, as I am?"[/color]