Montehugh waited at the gate for the last member of his official patrol squad to arrive. He looked at his fellow militia members with his orange-peel colored eyes through a curtain of honey-tipped black locks. Root was constantly pushing his long, dirt-brown hair out of his similarly muddy eyes. Root noticed Montehugh's observation and blew his friend and persistent rival a kiss, something of a joke between them. The third member of the squad looked at them through a curtain of navy-colored hair. The boy towered a full head taller than their six foot frames even as he leaned against the gate.
"Remind me. Why we're still waiting on this recruit?" the blue-haired boy asked them. The other two looked at him and smiled.
"The answer's obvious Seal. We don't leave without our full complement." Root lectured, mock seriousness holding his smile back. The blue boy's lighter blue eyes narrowed, the stench of sarcasm wrinkling his nose.
"The name is Cerulean, Mudball. And just because we're still waiting on his brother doesn't mean you get to insult me." He fired back at Root, who only rolled his eyes.
"Sensitive as always. Oh, look, there he is." Root pointed out. Hurrying towards them was a bobbing light-purple head atop what looked like a pile of disarrayed bags and camping supplies. They watched as the pile tipped then fell at their feet, sending the boy carrying them rolling into the gate. He sat with his legs above his head and his arms under his head. Looking up at them with a casual smile even as he sat in the awkward position.
"Sorry guys, am I late?" He said, his emerald eyes looking at their slightly disapproving faces. He paused on Montehugh's visage, a bit of embarrassment coloring his face.
"You're twenty minutes late Lavender. Not to mention your gear isn't even ready L." Montehugh motioned to the pile behind them. Lavender pulled himself up, dusting himself off.
"I have Moonglow with me Tree. That's all the gear I need." Lavender told him, pulling the silvery blade from its sheath. As he demonstrated his fitness with his blade, Cerulean took the opportunity to quickly repack all the scattered gear and place it in a large carrying satchel. Once L sheathed his weapon, Cerulean tossed him the satchel and signaled the gatekeeper to open up. As the gate opened, the others picked up their own bags and walked through. The fully assembled squad set of down the dirt road, the gate closing and letting them go on their first official patrol.