Dimia smiled at Rachel's words, glancing to her and to her little sister. "I can understand, many seem to enjoy wandering these woods and even the main road. It's not something that I like a lot. The summers can get really hot in armor and many of the merchants and travelers on the road haven't had a bath in days. Of course those would be the ones to want to talk." The squire shook her head and combed loose strains of hair from her face. "Did either of you know they throw trash down, right on the main road? They don't care, not one bit. Father was telling me that they used to make pages go out and clean it all up. Isn't that a laugh?"
The talkative blonde was about to say more when Rachel asked about what it was like to be in the order. A smirk rose upon Dimia's face as she glanced back to Ryia. The youngest of the group had only become a squire that season so it would be hard for her to say. But Dimia had been a squire for a while and she could speak about her experiences. "It's not so bad if you don't mind being told what to do, getting bruised and battered in training, and helping little old ladies who get lost find their way. Oh, and let's not forget the fun of running up and down all those stairs in plate armor."
Ryia smiled and looked to her sister with a bemused expression. "You make it sound so horrible. It can't be all that bad. I mean I know it's tough, but you have to love something about it?" Every squire had their own reason for wanting to be a Knight, and every Knight had their own reason for wanting to continue and fight the good fight. For Ryia, she wanted to prove herself, that she could be a Knight and honor her family as the rest had. She wanted to prove that she wasn't a child and that she wasn't broken.
"Well of course it's not all bad Ryia. We get to be a part of something bigger, we get to be a part of our history and a hero to our people. But it's not all glamorous and it's not for the faint of heart. So if you plan on joining the order Miss Messer remember that." Ryia couldn't see Rachel since she was behind her, but she turned to try and see behind her. "If you decide to join you can room with us. It's only the two of us and there's a spar bed."
The talkative blonde was about to say more when Rachel asked about what it was like to be in the order. A smirk rose upon Dimia's face as she glanced back to Ryia. The youngest of the group had only become a squire that season so it would be hard for her to say. But Dimia had been a squire for a while and she could speak about her experiences. "It's not so bad if you don't mind being told what to do, getting bruised and battered in training, and helping little old ladies who get lost find their way. Oh, and let's not forget the fun of running up and down all those stairs in plate armor."
Ryia smiled and looked to her sister with a bemused expression. "You make it sound so horrible. It can't be all that bad. I mean I know it's tough, but you have to love something about it?" Every squire had their own reason for wanting to be a Knight, and every Knight had their own reason for wanting to continue and fight the good fight. For Ryia, she wanted to prove herself, that she could be a Knight and honor her family as the rest had. She wanted to prove that she wasn't a child and that she wasn't broken.
"Well of course it's not all bad Ryia. We get to be a part of something bigger, we get to be a part of our history and a hero to our people. But it's not all glamorous and it's not for the faint of heart. So if you plan on joining the order Miss Messer remember that." Ryia couldn't see Rachel since she was behind her, but she turned to try and see behind her. "If you decide to join you can room with us. It's only the two of us and there's a spar bed."