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Posted on April 4, 2012 at 02:45:44 AM by tristan & celidon
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“No!” Tristan said, as Thoth offered to leave, his voice rising to a louder volume as he did so. The prince caught himself, and, when he continued, his words were spoken quietly again, “don’t leave. I did all the interesting things ages ago.” Tristan managed a grin, though it still not not quite reach his usually bright eyes, and was followed by a deep sigh, as he friend sat down cross legged on the floor near him. He watched his friend closely, and saw the other boy’s eyes look over the room, noticing the slight expression of puzzlement that followed. “I um...started a fire,” Tristan offered helpfully, closing the book in his lap before adding it to the stack at his back, “I...borrowed...something from one of the guards and it just grew from there.” Tristan had to admit, out of all the things that he had ever been in trouble for, the incident that morning had probably been one of the more impressive. His tone of voice suggested that he was more than willing to discuss the event further, if his friend had any interest. It was not as if he had been confined to his room because he had forgotten to polish his training armour, he reflected, feeling a little comforted. Sitting back, the prince supported his weight with his hands, and returned his attention to Thoth’s hump that had, strangely, begun to move. As the other boy coaxed the snake down his sleeve, the prince watched as the hump shrunk in size, before his green eyes were drawn to the patterned head of Atkiss himself. “Oh, wow!” Tristan enthused, leaning forwards for a closer look, egged on, no doubt, by a young boy’s natural love of many of the things that would make many other people go; ewwww. “He looks a little...unhappy,” the boy observed, sitting back in his seat in case the snake wanted space (Tristan had very little experience around them, and thus, had no idea of the safest way to behave in the presence of a snake. As a result, he was having to rely mostly on common sense.) When Thoth began to converse with the mouse that had scampered out of his pocket, Tristan simply watched with interest, he had seen his friend talk to a squirrel before and so was not surprised when the trick was repeated. It was one of the things that made Thoth so cool. “Tell them both I say hello,” the prince offered, knowing that if he said it himself neither of them would have no idea what his words would mean. The only animal, other than Celidon, that Tristan had any unusual bond with were horses, and such a skill, whilst meaning that he was an advanced rider for his age, was not very helpful when trying to speak with rodents and reptiles. Tristan listened as Thoth explained the problem, and slowly his eyebrows moved closer together into a slight frown. “I can try,” he told his friend, with a nod, “but I haven’t used it on anything so small before. If it goes wrong, the only thing that will happen instead is that Atkiss here might find himself trying out flying. You er...might want to warn him?” Fixing his eyes upon the splinter, Tristan began to frown again, this time in concentration. He held up his hand in front of himself, and, in mid-air, mimed pulling it out from between the scales, as if he had it clasped between his finger and thumb. It was not, he had discovered, strictly necessary to use his hands at all when using his telekinesis, but he had found that it often helped him to focus, and meant that things were more likely to move in the way he wanted them to. At first, Atkiss simply moved a few inches across the floor under the influence of the magic, and so Tristan’s frown deepened as he tried again. On the second attempt, he saw the splinter give a slight wiggle, and watched as it eased itself a little out from between the scales. The prince grinned up at Thoth, before trying again. The first bit, had been the hardest, with the grip of the splinter loosened, Tristan found that it slipped out fairly easily the rest of the way, and the small sliver of wood floated in the air for a moment, before settling itself neatly in the palm of Thoth’s hand. “Done,” Tristan grinned, dusting his hands and leaning back again with a proud expression on his face. |
for we were made of stronger things, the memories of soldiers, the children of kings |
 original image by Stefan Tell at flickr.com |
Replies:
- someday you'll walk tall with pride, - By thoth April 4, 2012 at 10:58:30 PM
- the children of kings - By tristan & celidon April 20, 2012 at 02:41:09 AM
- son of man, a man in time you'll be. - By thoth April 20, 2012 at 03:48:34 AM
- the children of kings - By tristan & celidon April 20, 2012 at 02:41:09 AM
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