As the tribe becomes bigger it would harder for the common people of the Steppe to see him.
When there is a chance to show himself, the impression he must give his subject must be an impression of a strong leader that could protect them and win victories and benefit for them
Before he came here, he wears his armor.
The armor even bore the marks of battles. There is scratches, dents and even faint stains of blood.
Aeryon thought since he already wanted to make a theatrics out of it, then he should go all the way.
At his side, hung a curved saber, its hilt wrapped in worn leather.
The horse sauntered slowly. Like its master, it seems to have the same pride etched into its bones.
He rode through the gates and the crowd is parted away by the welcoming guards.
Parted like the waters of a great river.
And then Aeryon could hear their cheers growing louder, their voices sound like a thunderous roars that seems to shake the very earth that they are standing on
