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Posted on March 2, 2013 at 05:01:50 AM by t r i s t a n
 “They might not be knocking on purpose!” Tristan protested, “and besides, no one’s actually ever tried to kidnap you, it’s better to be safe than sorry.” The Prince continued to grin, and gave her a shoulder a playful push, “maybe next time I will stab you, then we’ll see who’s laughing.” He stood back and watched as she scampered across the room and threw herself down on the bed. Her laughter was infectious, and he ran after her, the thought of the guards being driven from his mind as he threw himself onto the bed, landing on his knees in time to see Bryar grab his book. She thumbed through the pages, holding it upside down, and Tristan raised an eyebrow at her. Before he could stop her however, the girl had thrown the book across the room. It impacted with the wall with a thud, and then onto the floor with a pathetic kind of thump. “Hey, it’s a good story, okay?” he told her, “I mean, one day I might be able to do some of that stuff, the main character is a Prince at the start and he ends up a hero.” He turned his head to one side and forced his face into a serious expression, “can you see me as a statue? I think I’d make a good one.” Tristan moved slightly, so that he was sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed. He found himself being bounded up and down (and off balance) as Bryar started to bounce on the mattress. Smiling wickedly up at her, the Prince threw himself forwards and grabbed hold of her ankle, giving it a sharp tug in an attempt to pitch her over backwards back onto the bed. He laughed, as he scrambled back and away from her, just in case she decided that she was going to kick him for his trouble. What he was not expecting was for a pillow to impact with his face. She had not been too far away when she had thrown it, and therefore it struck the Prince with a considerable amount of force for something so soft. It dropped rather humorously into his lap, and Tristan’s eyes followed it. Raising his chin slowly, the boy focused in upon Bryar again as his fingers curled around the material of the pillow case, and, as quickly as he could, he returned the favour, hitting her over the head with it. “Fine,” countered Tristan with another laugh, “if you ever do get captured, I’ll just leave you to rot until you find a way out for yourself, even if it takes you about fifty years and I have to buy you a walking stick.” Bryar was an unusual kind of girl, Tristan decided, because she was actually fun. She was a lot like a boy in that respect. She liked to climb trees and swim rivers, jump off cliffs and fall into muddy puddles. The only other girl about his age whom Tristan saw on a regular basis was Megan, one of the children he had met when he had been living on the Island when the ice had come. She always seemed to turn up by the training yard, or the paddock when he was busy training or talking to Hal. She was always very chatty, and asked a lot of questions, but he would never have called her fun. “What did you have in mind?” the Prince asked, at last, glancing over at Celidon who was still asleep (or pretending to be asleep) in his basket in the corner of his room. This was the stage where the dog was likely to start paying attention and killing the fun by thinking about things like damage control. He had given up on trying to sop his fairy from doing irresponsible things, turning his attentions instead towards getting him into the least amount of trouble possible. The Cu Sith’s right ear twitched.  |
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- See Ain't Nothing Stopping Me - By Bryar March 11, 2013 at 10:13:11 AM
- working every day, - By thoth March 11, 2013 at 09:56:33 PM
- may your honour lift you high - By t r i s t a n April 30, 2013 at 08:44:11 PM
- working every day, - By thoth March 11, 2013 at 09:56:33 PM
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