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Posted on May 25, 2010 at 01:23:17 AM by Henry & Fitzroy
“Bored,” Henry complained, leaning aback against the castle wall, his legs stretched out in front of him, his cheetah-cub familiar lounging across his lap. Renn was sat opposite to him, her nose in one of the books which Flynn had leant to her. Henry disliked reading, it wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, it was just he just found it almost as boring as sitting around and watching paint dry. The cheetah rolled over, waving his gangly legs in the air, until he eventually fell off his young master’s knee and ended up in a heap of paws on the floor, his head bent underneath his body. “Oops!” Fitzroy laughed, shaking himself and standing back up once more resting his front feet on Henry’s shoulder, “we should go and explore!” the feline said, amber eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. Fitz had appeared some time after the other familiar had come back, Henry had been walking down a corridor with his family one moment, and the next he had turned around to see the cheetah cub looking up at him with large eyes. Renn had loved him, and had spent the next few days cuddling the creature at regular intervals. Henry had let her, he liked to do things which made his sister happy, he loved to be the cause of her smile, and so the cub’s growing disgruntlement went unheeded. Since then Fitzroy had revealed himself to share many of his master’s qualities, the rashness, the sense of adventure and arrogant self-assurance, in this case of fairy and familiar, they did not compliment each other, one filling the gaps in the other’s personality, they were the same, two peas in a pod, as Henry’s mother would say. “Will you be okay if I go Renn?” Henry asked his sister, getting to his feet, and stretching his left arm which had begun to feel rather stiff and cold, as if pins and needles were about to kick in. The girl told him that she would be fine, that Flynn and Dad would be back from fishing soon, and that she knew where their mother was if anything urgent came up. Henry nodded, crouching down to pull her into a brotherly hug, before he and Fitz broke into a run down the long corridor, gathering disapproving looks as they went. It is very easy in a boy like Henry to point out every aspect of his personality which was far from desirable. He was self confident and self assured, with an unwavering confidence, which got him into trouble frequently. He also had a rather quick temper, so much so that his mother had called him hot-headed on more than one occasion, but what was harder to notice was all the good about him. Just as he was quick to anger he was quick to love and did it with a great passion, if he was to be anything then he would be fire, warming and undeniably helpful when controlled and destructive when it broke free again. In the depth of his soul he was kindly. A singing voice drifted down the corridor towards the cheetah and boy, and they both came to a skidding halt, Fitzroy narrowly missed crashing into one of the suits of armour, casting his master a cheeky grin when he managed to stop himself just short. Peering around the corner, Henry’s vivid blue eyes, which were identical to that of his older brother and father, fell upon a girl and a rather large feline. He guessed that the creature was not yet fully grown, because children’s familiars rarely were, but the creature was definitely much larger than Fitz. Without thinking anything through (he was always one for acting on impulse) Henry jumped around the corner, into the girl’s path, “Hey” he grinned, as the young cheetah curled its body around his legs, “I’m Henry, this is Fitz, what is your familiar, if you don’t mind me asking, he’s very cool!” son of Castiel and Candil |
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