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we shall keep the shield wall fast
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Posted on June 5, 2013 at 01:57:34 AM by t r i s t a n

Don�t engage with her Tristan urged Alethea in his thoughts, please let�s just go. Tristan had always thrived on attention, but the kind of attention he got from Nyx was nothing but unwanted. She always seemed to turn up at the most inconvenient of times, and there was something about her, something that wasn�t quite right. He had no idea how to talk to her, one of the few people who could absolutely, and without fail, set him on the back foot. He had no desire to spend any time alone with her. He avoided her as much as he could, and he could not understand why she never seemed to get the message. Tomorrow. If there had been a wall close enough, then he would willingly have hit his head against it. The smile that Tristan offered was half-hearted and disingenuous � an unsuccessful attempt at a court smile. Usually his were convincing, but he wasn�t an actor, there was only so far he could take it, and a day alone with Nyx did not sound appealing no matter which way he thought about it. �Maybe if it was a nice day,� Tristan ventured, looking between the two girls, �then we could all sit out in the gardens? That way, we�re all together, but Alethea can draw your tail.�

Why did she always speak in the third person? Tristan did not know of anyone else who did that. It was creepy, and he had had enough. The present conversation however, seemed to have drawn itself to a close, and so the prince seized his opportunity. He reached out and took hold of Alethea�s hand, giving it a squeeze and her a grin. He rested his hand gently on top of Leto�s head. Slowly, the three of them began to sink through the floor passing effortlessly through the stone into the room below. Their feet touched carpet and Tristan winked. �All the way through to the cellars,� Tristan told his new friend proudly as their feet sank into the floor of the new room, �I told you I knew a short-cut.�

They stopped their downwards journey when they reached a level of the castle that was devoid of foundations and natural light, and Tristan released Alethea�s hand. The small room in which they found themselves was illuminated by torchlight, the flames flickering off the walls and distorting the children�s shadows. There was a single narrow door on their left, the wood mounted with great cast iron hinges. Tristan took a step towards it and slipped his fingers through the great loop that hung from the lock. He twisted it, and pulled. The door opened. Turning back towards Alethea he crossed the room and stood up on tiptoes in order to lift down one of the torches from its bracket with his good hand, to guide their way down the steps beyond the door. �I don�t think there are any ghosts,� he teased her, moving down onto the first step, holding the light up before him, �but I make no promises.� As if on cue, a gust of wind swept past him down the staircase making the flame dance violently and generating a great howling moan. Tristan offered Thea his hand again, �into the dark,� he laughed, and then, putting on a voice quite unlike his own, an accent more suited to a gruff farm labourer, �here there be monsters.�

_{photography by Dominic�s pics | Mark Cutler at flickr.com

ooc: I reckoned that Nyx could probably find her own way to turn up again...like a bad penny ;P}
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