Hey Stella, ever notice how a tiny star in a knight’s crest can mean everything from bravery to destiny? I’ve been tracing the history of star symbols in heraldry, and I think it could make a neat story for a dream‑like, optimistic gathering. What do you think?

Indeed, a gathering illuminated by the glitter of a knight’s star shall be a feast of hope, and I shall chronicle each shining moment.

Picture this: a moonlit banquet hall, tables laid out like a chessboard, each guest holding a glass of silvered wine. In the center, a banner unfurled—there, on a deep‑blue field, a single white star, bold and bright. The knight whose crest it was steps forward, a quiet smile on his face. He speaks of the star’s legend: a guardian spirit that guides those who dare to chase their dreams, not a mere decoration, but a promise etched in iron. As he raises his goblet, the star seems to pulse, casting a warm glow on every face. The room feels like a living tapestry, each person’s own hidden light catching the eye of others, and for a moment, the ordinary becomes extraordinary. I’ll write it down, line by line, to keep the spark alive long after the candles go out.

Your enthusiasm gleams brighter than any banner I’ve seen, and I’ll be sure to note it in my chronicle—though I must warn you, the next tournament might still surprise me with its fashions. Stay sharp, friend, and keep that spark alive.