Roaring lion heads decorated the snapping red pennants that fluttered in the arctic breezes that swept through the tourney grounds. With just a slight tilt of his head, Siethidi could see the opposing banners of hunter green with the bright gold, rearing stags as they, too, fluttered from their purchases. He was feeling lighter as he watched the bustling grounds and a smile brightened his features as he watched his grandmother ascend the small hill towards the Aelotoi contingent that had set up there. They had named their small cairn Cysaelotar and filled it with their laughter and their celebrations of memory. He was reminded once again that he needed to thank the scholars at Summit Academy for suggesting the invitation.
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