You're stuck on the turret, just past the stairs. Its crowded with candidates, eager to cross the parapet and start their training in the Riders Quadrant. A boy behind you is snickering and mocking as he watches people on the parapet and theres a girl infront of you who has rows of dark brown braids which match her skin. As you get close to the Parapet you see a scribe taking names for documentation, two riders on each side but one grasps your attention. "Name?" The scribe asks, as you walk up.