This one should make its own timeline position fairly obvious.
It had been three days since Karranis Winterborn had been humiliated. Three days since the Hylian king had taken the one thing that defined a Rito from him. Even if the initial burning had subsided, much of his body still felt a deep ache; with whatever the healers had been giving him for the pain and to keep his wing from festering, the Second Warrior (no, Noth was dead, he remembered, he was First Warrior) found himself sleeping quite often, and often spending the time he was awake hidden behind a mental fog. He made a mental note not to allow them to drug him the next time he was in their care.
Karranis knew that it was a series of small miracles that had brought him here. He was lucky to have even survived the initial blast in the first place, lucky to have landed on the rocky spire rather than go tumbling to his death at the surface of Lake Totori, lucky that he had been able to crawl his way back into the safety of Rito Village, and lucky that he had been coherent enough to deliver the Rito's surrender. Even now, he clenched his good wing at the thought of that moment on the platform when he had been forced to bend the knee.
King Rhoam was remaining; Karranis knew it was for him. Still, he had some hope. Karranis smirked slightly at the memory of how he had gotten even just a slight bit of revenge against the Hylian King, how Gerial Hyrule had flailed as Karranis had pushed him over the edge. It did not sate him, but it was something. Perhaps, with the King remaining around, he could be convinced to take a visit to Rito Village proper and Karranis could rid Hyrule of him.
Karranis' train of thought was interrupted by the click-click-click of talons on wood. Elder Khalia walked in and sat beside him.
"Is Rhoam here to finish the job?" Karranis spat. "Or are you here to insist that I humiliate myself more for him?"
"I understand that our last interaction was less than pleasant," Khalia began, "but in time, you will understand its necessity. Today, however, I need to speak to you about your position as First Warrior."
"Are you here to take that from me as well, then?" Karranis asked.
"Quite the opposite," Khalia said. "I merely wished to remind you of an expected part of your role. As the First Warrior, you are expected to design a personal sigil for yourself. I've brought a bit of paper for you to sketch out your ideas."
Before Karranis could respond, Khalia stood up and left. Karranis was of half a mind to pursue the Elder, but the throbbing of his wing reminded him that he would perhaps better be spending his time resting. He picked up a piece of paper and the quill that Khalia had left and began to sketch. He would need a bird of prey at the center, perhaps a kite or a falcon, wings outstretched in a dive; some might label it ironic, but Karranis felt it would be a reminder that even flightless, a Rito was still quite dangerous. The bird would be in white, most likely; he needed to match his own plumage per tradition. As much as he wished for a purely black field, he would need to implement some gray; perhaps a gray circle around the falcon?
The next day, Khalia returned with a banner, unfurling it to reveal exactly what Karranis had designed: a falcon in a dive in a gray circle on a black field. Hanging it on the wall, Karranis made sure to tell Khalia that it was to his liking. Even if he were to succumb to his wounds, now, there would be some part of the legacy of Karranis Winterborn that Elder Khalia would safeguard.
