This one is supposed to be in there somehwere. Lemme check.. right before the RP JeVondair wrote. I kinda messed up but I'm sure you can work around it. Capable as you are. Yes, I wrote this one.
-PHOENIX COURT 3-
Sometimes, life just passes you by, fast
In the eternal rhythm the sun always gives way to both darkness and to rain. It seemed today was no different in that the rustling of the leafs became more pronounced at first and slowly grew into a clattering chorus. Nemean's attention was first drawn to the arrival of the Duke of Blades. His banner unmistakable. The black background bearing a red Cross upon which a white canine lay.
Turning around to face the oncoming horde of horsemen the boy-man had little time to make his presence known as the Duke was clearly upset and he paid little heed to anything but the temple itself in which he promptly vanished. Deciding to follow him Nemean halted after only a handful of steps. ''What is that?'' He squinted his eyes as he couldn't believe his eyes. A walking raisin of a man in a magnificent cloak gingerly walked up the blessedly few steps into the temple proper. Was that the insignia of House Nabarl he spotted? The White and Blue with a Black chicken foot atop of it.
Rubbing his face in disbelieve Nemean resumed his way. As he was about to cross the cobbled road another contingent of heavily armed horsemen rode past. His eyes instantly informed him that this was the Fearless. Selenia's personal guard. He called out but the hooves droned out his voice. As nature would prove once again, horses were that much faster than men. No matter how determined. Nemean tried to catch up but it was in vain.
All he could do was look on as Hogni, his brother, embraced Selenia and how they made their way inside as well. ''Why does everyone have to arrive at once!'' He huffed under his breath. Finally reaching the temple entrance himself he was red in the face from exertion. That of course wouldn't do and some of the Fearless grinned at him. ''How's life as a Knight young master?'' One asked in friendly jest. Catching his breath Nemean grinned back. ''You still have to do the running yourself! Bet I can still outrun you as well Kefren.'' Calling the warrior by his first name. Growing up among these men had created an easy relation. One Nemean was grateful for as he felt comfortable enough to check his attire. A sturdy leather armor under which he wore quality linnen. The cuirass of which was embossed with the rampant lion of his House. Over his right shoulder he wore a fighting, half-cloak made of fine fur the color of dark chestnut. Some of his dark-blond hair spilled over it now after his short run but he bound it back in the ponytail in which it had originally been.
High hunting boots had prevented mud or dirt from staining his leather trousers and circling his waist there sat snugly a belt made of bovine leather. Rather wide and carefully tooled as to allow the attachment of small plates of armor. A thing that was currently lacking. The only things attached to the belt at this time were two pouches a dagger and a sword.
Kefren stepped out towards the young man and helped him straighten out his clothes and ruffled his hair to tease. A thing which inflamed Nemean but for as long as it took for the men around to start laughing and he joined in as he realized what had happened. His confidence boosted and having recovered from his little run, Nemean too entered the Temple. Keenly keeping a lookout for anyone of note.
