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Hector slows down his horse from trot to walking. His group, and Mathias', imitates.
Vaillant is coiled as a housecat in the special part of the saddle Hector commissioned for him, in front of the knight. Far from resting, his yellow eyes keeps watching, pupils jumping from one point of interest to the next.
Guênac, the capital, is at the other side of this bridge.
The knights have peacefully crossed the kingdom, the valleys of Ciélac, already blooming with sprouts of the summer crop.
Ciélac, Hector thought, with frequent patrols from errant, confirmed knights without land, and the occasional Pegasus-mounted Gallants.
Ciélac, with its black and rich soil, cool and moist to touch.
Ciélac, irrigated by the Guêon river.
Ciélac, providing enough floor to feed all the kingdom - most of the settler of the eastern March are aiming for self-sustenance, but most relies on food brought by caravans.
Such a boring place to get some land. Essential to the empire, but a comfortable sinecure for Empire-taught pen pushers.
Hector breaks out of his daydreaming, and takes a minute to immerse himself in the magnificence of the capital draped in banners and pennants.
The city is crowded - Hector never saw that many humans at once. A boy tug his elder sister dress, they point fingers while making giddy noises. Maybe they never saw a Griffin that close?
Vaillant, happy from the attention, jumps from Hector's horse, lightly headbutt the girl, get scratched in the neck, then flies back to his throne, leaving a couple feathers behind, surely becoming the kid's greatest treasure.
It's that time of the year. Equitaine Equinox's End of Errance Effervescent Event.
Several animation have been set along the road. Including four fence pillar, linked by some string, delimiting a fighting ring, with rigid mattress softening the blows of falls.
A middle aged leather clad is toroughly beating up a young knight - Hector think it might be Karolius - until the dominated youngster yields.
"A knight well mounted and with comrade? Piece of cake. Nah, the real value of knights lies in what they can do alone, without armor nor weapons.
Is one of you brave enough to take on my challenge? Or are you too scared to face your individual lack of training?"
The man locks eyes with Hector.
>Accept the challenge - he's on!
>Send one of the knights first - power move!
>Hector has nothing to prove. Move on.
