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Posted on September 21, 2012 at 01:56:56 AM by t r i s t a n
Celidon looked up from his place on the rug, or, at least, his front half was on the rug, and the rest of the giant dog’s body protruded out across the varnished floorboards. He had grown significantly since Grayson and Tristan had last seen one another. As the Cu-Sith spotted Era, his long, thin tail began to wag, making a steady beating noise as it impacted with the posts of the bed. Tristan flopped forwards onto his stomach, resting his chin on the palm of his left hand as he looked down at his friend on the floor, a smile of delight lighting his face. Since the ice had gone, everyone had been so preoccupied with rebuilding that Tristan had not had much interaction with other children, and since the council of originals had come to Shaman, and delivered the bad news about Aura, the Prince had not seen or heard anything to do with Thoth. As much as he loved the castle, his father, and his familiar, sometimes he just found himself craving other company, and a change of scene. A frown creased the prince’s forehead, as his friend lied, and then corrected the mistruth within the space of a few moments. He was not sure if he was reassured by the turn-around, or whether he should worry that Grayson had felt the need to lie in the first place. Tristan had, in the last year, developed a keen interest in tales of heroes, some historic, and some legendary. He had noticed a running theme in a lot of them however, the hero always had loyal companions. These stories, combined with his father’s teachings, meant that the prince had developed a keen awareness of loyalty, and even if, at nine, he was still too young to understand the concept completely, he had already begun to attach importance to the idea. “Grandmother said you’d left, she was really worried about you, Saffron too,” he told his friend, trying to smooth over the uncomfortable moment, “she’s fine by the way, your sister, I loaned her some books.” A smile marked the memory that entered Tristan’s head, of Grayson telling him how his sister liked to read. He hoped that meant he had said the right thing. “Stole things?” the prince asked tentatively after a pause, raising an eyebrow in an uncanny imitation of his father, “like a pirate?” Tristan did not attach the same favourable feelings towards pirates as many children his age, but there was still a fascination there. He knew it was his duty as Shaman’s crowned prince, to capture, or report any pirates to his father, so he really hoped that Grayson wasn’t one. “If you did it to survive,” he mused, reasonably, “I don’t think it’s too bad. You’re still my friend.” The prince rolled his shoulders in a shrug, a sigh escaping from between his lips as a frown climbed its way back onto his face. “Mothers shouldn’t leave,” he said, influenced by a sudden wave of passion that rose up inside him so suddenly that he could not even remember having thought it first. “I’m sorry...” he muttered, shaking his head from side to side with a sorrowful expression, “it’s just...my mother left me too.” Tristan bit his lip, hard enough to draw a little blood, that he hastily wiped away on the back of his hand, as he bit back tears of his own, “G-Gawain died, Gray, he was taken, and they found his things frozen in the ice-water, and then Mother left, she didn’t tell me, or father...she just left.”  |
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- just because i understand; - By grayson September 27, 2012 at 06:38:20 AM
- just a boy, not a hero - By t r i s t a n October 19, 2012 at 04:09:43 AM
- doesnt mean i really care - By grayson October 30, 2012 at 01:28:18 AM
- just a boy, not a hero - By t r i s t a n October 19, 2012 at 04:09:43 AM
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