Everlight Family/Isana/Early Battles

In Nascot...

Seeing the opponent beginning to flee, Isana raises her green-gloved hand to hold the archers. Strings are held obediently. The new knight of Perdan nods in satisfaction. A few moments pass with them all uneasily watching the angry and panicked crowd of commoners flee before organized military might.
I wonder what's got them so angry... she wonders, a frown creasing her brow. Time to ask a bit more history of this place, I think.
A few more moments pass with no change. She signals 'stand down', then voices a warm report to her new unit. "Well done, one and all! An excellent first showing for the Hailstorm. Thank you all for your attention. Let's get Jeret seen to, and set camp. Dismissed!" Most of the cohort nod sharply and offer some sort of salute. The few confused faces scramble to follow, and they gradually disperse, the poor arrow-riddled Jeret groaning softly as he's attended.
Isana un-strings her own bow slowly. After more than a month at sea her shoulders are out of shooting shape. As her hands automatically see to the gear, her eyes roam the battlefield to learn the new banners. White field with black charge, Dame Alyssa... black with red saltire, Marshal Hawk... There are more than a dozen others, and for a moment she feels the overwhelm of a new place. It will come, in time.

. . .

Another bawdy travelling song reaches Isana's ears on the chill breeze. She smiles. The Hailstorm aren't the best-trained unit she has ever travelled with, by far, but their morale and willingness to work together surprise her. Even despite rough terrain and long hours, they cheer each other on to greater efforts.
Abruptly pounding hooves sound on the road behind. She turns to see the grey and blue of a courier approaching at gallop. Such urgency?
"Is that Dame Everlight, of Perdan?" the figure calls out.
"Aye!" She replies. "Hailstorm, halt and at ease!"
In moments the courier is at her side, handing down a tight parcel of missives. "Your reports. I come from Nascot. The fighting was incredible! I am glad to be far from there--the battle was of thousands!"
Isana's eyes widen. Thousands?! Reinforcements? Oh, those poor people...
"Thank you for your speed. I've nothing to send at the moment." The courier nods and departs, leaving Isana to read the account of the incredible battle she'd just left behind.