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Posted on April 29, 2013 at 03:30:49 AM by t r i s t a n
 Knock, knock, knock, Tristan prised his eyes reluctantly away from the pages of the story, a small frown creasing his young face and he looked to see who had disturbed him. The expression of irritation rapidly became a beam of delight when the prince noticed who was standing in the doorway. He pushed himself further up the bed so that the pillows at his back helped him to sit up. He inhaled through his teeth with a light hiss as his chest twinged, but the pain was somewhat dulled compared to what it had been. The prince was recovered enough that he found being confined to his bed dull, but not so well that he felt able to protest too loudly. He had been spending a lot of time sleeping. The wounds were finally starting to knit however, especially since one of the healers had finally convinced the King to allow him to use stitches to hold them closed. The downside was, Tristan had been told, he had to take care not to move too much or he could rip them. It even sounded unpleasant, so he was eager to avoid it. “Hello stranger,” Tristan grinned, slipping his bookmark into the novel and throwing it down on the bedside table. Seconds later a second book (significantly thicker than the first) landed in his lap. He read the title...and then read it a second time to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating. Some of the medicine they had been giving him to help him sleep (he was having numerous raptor-related dreams) had been having that effect. He was not so lucky this time. The Prince glanced at his friend, his brain rapidly trying to find a way around his dilemma. In Tristan’s experience nothing good, fun, or exciting ever came of the word grammar. What normally came of the word grammar was accidental sleep, followed by an angry tutor slamming a ruler down onto a desk and making him jump out of his skin. On the upside, he reflected, at least Thoth didn’t have a ruler. “Thanks,” Tristan said, still smiling as he patted the top of the book with the flat of his hand, “my head’s still a bit foggy, so it might have to wait a couple of days.” Apparently, what Thoth had brought however was a small, playful...thing. It wasn’t staying very still, so Tristan struggled to get a proper look at it, but he was quite sure that he had never seen anything like it before in his life. Celidon, it appeared, had come to a similar conclusion, as he climbed out of his own bed in the corner of the room and padded over to the bed to stick his nose in the little creature’s face. The little creature bumped against Tristan and this time, it managed to catch an area beneath the bandages that was still rather sore, and the prince, despite his best efforts, found himself wincing. In an attempt to cover-up the little mishap, Tristan tried to distract both himself and Thoth with a display of enthusiasm, “she’s really cool looking,” he noted, as Celidon continued to sniff at the little thing, “when did you get her?”  |
Replies:
- since you left, i've been miserable. - By thoth April 29, 2013 at 04:05:51 AM
- may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n April 30, 2013 at 04:01:09 AM
- why'd you have to go? - By thoth May 2, 2013 at 05:40:06 PM
- we shall keep the shield wall fast - By t r i s t a n May 30, 2013 at 11:58:08 PM
- why'd you have to go? - By thoth May 2, 2013 at 05:40:06 PM
- may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n April 30, 2013 at 04:01:09 AM
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