Dakota Silver
Female | 19 Years | Location: Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All.

Dakota huffed as she idly kicked at some of the grass at her feet. She was currently at the meeting grounds for the Champions and whomever they had brought with. The meeting grounds were not that bad, it was at the center of the realm, at the place where all four kingdoms met and where the famous stone hedge was created in order to cement the union between the kingdoms. So it had a lot of sentimental value to those of the Royal lines and historical value to those that were not. It was also close to a river and a rather large house and stable had been built for when people came to visit (Mostly the royals for when they bring their Heir's in order to tell the story about how the place was built ). So yea, not that bad, the only really reason Dakota was somewhat annoyed was because of her boredom and lack of things to do other then wait for the others to show. Dakota huffed again. if she was going to wait the least she could do was practice her forms. With this in mind Dakota left the steps to the Hedge house and went straight to the center of the hedge and started trying to better her attempts at shifting to a wolf.

Naeome Kanore
17 ;; @ Riverbank ;; Mentions ~ All
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Naeome stood along the riverbank, gazing at the monument atop the hill. It seemed that two people had arrived before her. The rest of them where yet to come.

"Well then Imogen. Shall we go say hello?" The phoenix didn't deign to respond. With a slight smirk, Naeome extended her leather-encased left arm and the firebird landed, preening her snowy feathers. The leather was spelled, of course, to prevent from burning up. With long strides, she crossed over to where a hooded figure sat.

Ser Roland Whitestark
White Kingdom | Location - Road/Meeting Grounds | Mentions - All
He rolled his body on his hips as his palfrey came down the side of the mountain. It was times like these he did not enjoy the mountainous terrain of his home. Behind him, his drestier ladened with supplies followed without a lead. While it might have been easier to take a packhorse or a mule, he would rather have Glory carry his supplies. He could easier join Glory if he freaked out. Pounce sat on the front of Honor's saddle with him, his gloved hand petted the calico. He wore a leather jerkin over a chainmail shirt, under all that was a woolen shirt. He had dressed warmly as the mountains froze over quicker than the rest of the kingdoms.

Slumping forward in his saddle he entered Marjorie and took flight. He knew Spector should be able to lead the herd to the hedge house. Flying was always so much quicker than horse back and he soon reached his destination. Sitting on top of the stones he spotted a girl in the middle of the stones. Two more, one girl and an unidentifiable figure. Realizing it was all safe, he moved back to his own body. Upon reaching the stones, his hawk flew back and perched upon Glory's packs. Roland dismounted and removed his heavy fur cloak, it was much to warm for that in the valley. He hobbled the two horses and let his cat and hawk hunt for what ever they could find. He kept Spector next to him, the large white shepherd was a bit of security to go along with his bastard sword on his back.

Luce Dumont |Pink Kingdom | Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All

“Don’t tell me I’m late,” Luce called out as she approached the meeting place. Dismay was plain to see on her face, her hair mussed in distress. In one hand she held a pair of looped reins that attached to a palomino trotting along behind her. While she had deigned to leave and journey out at first light, her father had held her too long at his estate, once more attempting to school her in proper etiquette and decorum and how best to behave amongst strangers.

Not that any of his lessons had stuck.

Luce had found herself astride her second-cousin’s warhorse, and while the gelding was perfectly schooled and kind, she found riding such a large beast was an entirely different experience when compared to her own hot-blooded mare. For one, the horse was much larger, and his bulk was so great she had struggled to sit properly upon his back and not resort to sidesaddle. And yet, she had found, while he was obnoxiously large, he was of a dancing sort, capable of moving with an elegance that far outstripped Luce’s talents.

But that was beside the point, wasn’t it?

She had struggled off his back further up the road, adamant that she would not be made a fool of so quickly, and as she reached the others, it was with dawning apprehension as she realized that she had already been outpaced by several of the others.

She dipped into a quick bow as she came upon the two people who had gathered on the outer rim of the hedge, acknowledging as well the man who came from the mountains. Her equine companion stamped his foot upon scenting the hound that stepped at the man's side.

“Am I late?” she asked, fingers reaching up to comb through her hair, the reins dropping to the ground as she did so, ground-tying the gelding behind her. “I don’t… think I’m late?” She looked between the strangers, her voice rising softly on her last few words. It was a hesitant query, quite unlike her typical boisterous self, and she was forced to admit that perhaps at least one of her father’s hurried lessons had stuck after all.

Dakota Silver
Female | 19 Years | Location: Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All.

Dakota had, for the most part, ignored the people who had shown up, choosing instead to focus on shifting and improving the amount of time it took her to do so. That is of course until one of them decided to speak. Her ear's twitched at the sound before she shifted back to her human form so she could speak properly. "No. Your not Late. It's not like we had a exact time everyone was supposed to be here." Dakota hummed as she idly pulled down her hood and mask before walking over to the line of people at the edge of the hedge.

Naeome Kanore

17 ;; @ ;; Mentions ~ All

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"Greetings, all. From where do you hail?" Naeome dipped her chin in acknowledgement towards the gathered people. Imogen ruffled her feathers serenely, preening. Naeome suppressed a laugh, instead sending a cloud of amusement into the royal firebird's mind. As far as she could tell, the emotional telepathy worked on both animals and humans.

"I am Naeome, from House Kanore of the Yellow Kingdom. I am their champion." Etching out a shallow bow, she took a moment to take inventory of all the gathered weapons. Her own twin daggers were strapped underneath her white leather gauntlets, just in case.

Dakota Silver
Female | 19 Years | Location: Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All.

Dakota was momentarily stunned at Naeome's question. Most people already knew her. Shaking her head Dakota answered, "Dakota Silver, from House Silver of the Blue Kingdom, Daughter of Queen Azul and the late King Jasper." Dakota said, the words being rehearsed multiple times throughout her childhood.

Ser Roland Whitestark
White Kingdom | Location - Meeting Grounds | Mentions - All
Roland politely dipped his head as Naeome spoke, he had a vague memory of this girl. If he was right she was next in line."Your Highness, I am Ser Roland Whitestark of the White Kingdom. Second living son of King Jon and the late Queen Rose." He bowed to her. The tattoo on her shoulder was so familiar, then it hit him. That was his grandmother's sigil. So how did this girl have a White Clan sigil on her shoulder. Didn't his sister marry the king of Yellow? Was this his niece? It had been ages since he had last saw his sister.
Maybe he would ask her about it later. He know turned his attention to Dakota, he knew her slightly better. He had been sent on trips to settle deals with the Blue Kingdom. Though he couldn't say he knew her personally. As for the other two the girl on the large horse might have been in the Pink Kingdom court, though as for a name he had no clue.
The person with the staff and cloak was completely unknown.

Luce Dumont |Pink Kingdom | Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All

Luce blinked in surprise as the wolf shifted into a human woman, but she was quick to smile as her question was answered. Not late, then. In fact, she realized, doing a quick head count of the people gathered around her, they were still missing a few.

Behind her, the horse nickered, and she patted its nose distractedly. She had yet to meet up with the companion that had been assigned to her, and she had hoped they might meet on the journey to the meeting place. Alas, luck had not been with her, and she bit her lip as the others introduced themselves, her eyes straying to the hooded stranger that had yet to give their name.

Though being amongst royalty would have given a commoner pause, Luce was not quick to startle. In fact, she broke into a wide grin as she dipped down again, this time attempting a lackluster curtsy - it was difficult to curtsy, after all, when you were garbed in traveling clothes.

“Well met, friends,” she replied easily, “I am Luce Dumont of House Dumont, Champion of the Pink Kingdom.” She was reluctant to name herself as a lady, simply because such a title might give off the wrong impression.

Again she glanced at the remaining person. They seemed to hold no allegiance to the aforementioned kingdoms. Perhaps they were her companion? Time would tell.

Naeome Kanore

17 ;; @ ;; Mentions ~ All

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Naeome saw Dakota's expression of shock, and bit down on her smile. Yes, she knew the heir. It was the others she was unfamiliar with. Turning to the tall man, she cast a glance over him. Then her eyes darted back, and she frowned.

His face was vaguely familiar, in the way of someone she had seen in passing. Sweeping her eyes up and down in a scan, she dug in her memories for anything tied to this curly-haired man. Nothing. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't pinpoint where exactly she had seen him before. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she cast her gaze to the unidentified people.

Dakota Silver
Female | 19 Years | Location: Meeting Grounds | Mentions: All.

Dakota jumped slightly when Angel appeared, having not seen or heard her approaching. "Greeting's Angel." Dakota replied, her voice lighter then it was when she addressed the rest of the group. "When did you get here?" She asked afterwords with a small tilt to her head.