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Posted on May 4, 2013 at 09:12:07 PM by t r i s t a n

“Father insists I was lucky” the prince explained in response to her praise, but he brightened a little, relaxing further in the wake of her admiration. No one had told him he had been brave. They hadn’t told him he had been stupid either, but he had the feeling that Arthur would have told him exactly that if he hadn’t have been so badly injured. Relief, apparently, made parents rather forgiving. Tristan could recall however his Grandfather asking him if he had killed the raptor himself, and the note of pride had not been missed. He supposed he had done something brave after all, but even Tristan was not about to claim that it had been one of his more intelligent moments. Going into the marsh had been stupid, he had been warned enough times, but he had done it anyway. His victory over the monsters had come more as a result of fast reflexes and the help of his familiar. The big green dog, usually placid and patient, had revealed his base nature as a magical creature of protection. The raptors, Tristan thought with a feeling of pride of their own, probably hadn’t known what had hit them when Celidon had jumped to his fairy’s defence.

“Sharp, really?” Tristan teased in a casual tone, “I hadn’t noticed.” He tried to keep a straight face, but was unsuccessful, leaving him with the bright smile of someone trying not to laugh. It complimented his face in a way which is court smiles did not quite manage, matching the brightness in his eyes. He eyed Alethea curiously, trying to decide something about her. She didn’t seem to be the kind of person to scream about a spider, in fact, she actually seemed like she could possibly be fun. If he had not decided it by the time she spoke again, then he had when she had finished. Tristan grinned. If she wanted to see raptor corpses, then she was definitely more like Bryar, and that was fine with him, brilliant, in fact. The morning might not be entirely wasted after all. “Well,” Tristan said thoughtfully, “I suppose I’d want to see the stables, and the armoury, and your should definitely climb onto the roof of the east tower, but if you tell Father that I told you that last one, he will kill me, and then I might as well have let myself get eaten by raptors.”

Tristan crouched down when the wolf was introduced and patted him on the head, “hello Leto,” he said warmly. Tristan liked dogs, he always had, dog and horses. He was good with them. He had always had a telepathic connection with horses, but had only recently discovered that it was the reason why he worked so well with them. His affinity with dogs was a much more recent addition, but even before it had manifested itself the Prince had possessed a certain gift for training them. The way he interacted with the animals spoke of his confidence and ease around them. They were much easier to work out than faeries. “Celidon,” Tristan confirmed in reply to the girl’s question, looking up at her before standing up straight again. “Last I knew he was chasing ducks out by the lake. He’ll catch us up when he gets bored. He usually does.” The Prince avoided using the lake’s name as much as possible. It was named after his Mother. He knew it was stupid, but admitting that felt like admitting that she was actually dead not just missing. Only dead people had landmarks named after them. “Of course,” he grinned, “we could always see if we could track down those raptor skeletons. If you really do want to see one.”
photography by Dominic’s pics | Mark Cutler at flickr.com






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