10th of Spring 498AV Alevadra had only been a squire for a matter of days. The young woman quickly learned what a change this was, more responsibility, expectations, training. She loved it. How could she not? She was slowly make her way to knighthood, it was within sight, a few more years, a few more scars, she would be a knight, without rank, but still a knight! The thought of all of it, the prestige! The notoriety! The thought was almost intoxicating. Today was not the day she would be knighted though, she had just become a squire, she was in service to a knight, it was her duty to fulfill the requests and expectations sent down to her. Today, though, was dedicated to training, specifically, her archery and ability to ride a horse. Because Alevadra was a small child, she did not have the opportunity to ride a horse frequently without the worry of her mother. Half of the bright, pleasant spring day was to be spent riding, the other was to be spent arching at still targets and learning about her weapon. A dull day to some, but Alevadra found it hard to sleep the night before, she was jittery with excitement. The morning came and the young woman was already awake as the sun rose. She dressed quickly in simple, tan soft leather pants, a short sleeved off-white linen shirt with a plain dark blue tabard over it. In the lower right corner of the tabard was stitched the silhouette of a glassbeak, her family crest. About her waist was fastened a dark brown leather belt with a brass colored ring, which the strip of leather was laced through so as to stay. On the belt hung a sword as well as a small pouch with no more that two gold mizas. Alevadra had put her hair up in a tight bun, a clump of hair that was right above her forehead was too short for the bun, and was held back behind her ear. Her hair was smooth and clean, though that would not last once she began riding. Alevadra quickly left her room, assessing that she indeed had her items, including a long bow which the knights were provided with for practice. After a quickly look over to assure that she looked clean and professional for her patron knight, Alevadra left her small room and headed for Stormhold where she was to meet her knight. The fifteen-year-old arrived at stormhold before her Patron knight, Patrick Frent, arrived. He was a rankless knight, but was approaching Sergeant status and would likely reach that status before Alevadra reached the rank of Knight. Patrick was a human with dark, muddy, green eyes and messy brown hair, it appeared as if he did not care for himself, though this was not the case, it seemed his hair simple had a mind of its own. He had progressed at the same rate as Alevadra had, at the age of 10 he was a page, at 15 a squire, at 19 a knight, and now, he was nearing Sergeant as was barely 22. "Alevadra, it is good to see that you're punctual." A deep, cheerful voice said to the side of Alevadra. The woman was standing firmly outside of the main gates to the castle, their meeting place. Brown eyes turned quickly to land on Patrick's face, he was smiling at his squire, leaning against the wall of Stormhold. "Good morning, Sir Frent." Alevadra said quickly, turning to face him, her arms relaxed at her sides, her left arm held her bow. Patrick laughed quietly, looking down at the ground as he pushed off from the wall. "Alevadra, call me Patrick, I was the squire to your father, it's strange having you call me "Sir" when I've known you and your family for the longest time." Patrick stated with a small smirk, as he rested one large, calloused hand on the top of the small girls head, rustling her hair. "Well, squire, we had best get started, we have a long day ahead of us." Patrick said, walking past Alevadra on his way to the knights stables. Alevadra was unsure if she should be insulted by the hair rustle of flattered. It was true that Patrick was the squire to Alevadra's father, and therefore she knew the man more like a brother than anything else. He entered her house before she left to become a page, but within that time, Alevadra was treated like Patrick's younger sister, which was something he never forgot. The young woman turned and followed her patron quickly, standing to his right as the two walked towards the knight stables to start of the day. |