Dawn approached swiftly.
As the first ray of sunlight filtered through the mountain woods, amidst the expectant gaze of the Valande Knights, Stick Brother, covered in wounds from the terrifying hooves, rode the majestic Shadow Mane War Horse proudly stepping out of the mist with his equally disheveled brothers watching on, standing above the Holy Pool of the forest.
The spring water that stretched from the mountain top reflected the morning light as if bestowing a layer of Rosy Light Battle Dress upon these warriors, who had just completed their Cavalry assessment, adding to their splendor.
Countess Ellen also arrived here before the ceremony began.