Roleplay from Selenia JeVondair
Sounds of peasants being repressed followed Hogni from Dimwood's "battlefield."
Hogni was in a sour mood, and he had done all he could not to direct any of that at the youthful Sir Daeron. When Selenia had attached him to Vurkow Guards, he'd only meant to stay for as long as it took to find his brother before returning to the side of the Phoenix Queen, who had gone on to hunt the Perdanite stragglers near the Caligan border. As he'd told Daeron, Selenia was aging, and he did not like to leave her alone without himself or Nemean. Alas, orders are orders.
For the third time that hour, he cursed the day that had been wasted in cleaning up a small group of ornery peasants who themselves appeared to have scantly two brain cells to rub together.
As he wandered about the camps, searching for one banner among many, his eyes alit on the seahorse banner of Epponlyn. His new home. He'd never expressed his thoughts on it, but he understood why his mother disliked it so. It didn't exactly inspire courage, nor speak at all to the warrior spirit. Indeed, most people he asked didn't even know its history, making instead some vague references to land and see they'd heard secondhand from others who themselves had little idea. That seemed sad to him, dying for a flag that held so little of the public's imagination. Yes, he could see why his mother wanted it changed to the Redwing. Even to him, it had everything the seahorse lacked...then again, it also represented nothing of the Eponnlyn from before, so he could understand if his new countrymen were less than thrilled. But then again...
His thoughts went on for some time in this way and Hogni was grateful that matters of crowns, flags, and politics were not his responsibility. Today, his only responsibility was finding his brother. It was another unique moment in his life, for they'd both been Selenia's squires for so long that looking for Nemean instead seemed a wholly different sort of exercise. The Xerarch had always been easy to find...just head for the thickest of whaterver happened to be going on at the moment and there she'd be. Nemean was not the same, and for a variety of reasons hogni simply did not expect to find him in the center of the xavax warhost. And so he wandered, walking beside his horse, an even-tempered roan gelding, as he sought his brother out.
