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Posted on June 8, 2013 at 04:02:06 AM by a r t h u r
 The two brown puppies collided simultaneously with the Prince’s chest and Tristan toppled backwards as he wrapped his arms around them both. His crown fell free of his head and rolled away across the floor as the dogs licked enthusiastically at his chin. As the circlet of gold fell onto its side against the wooden floorboards, it attracted the attention of the smaller puppy, who pulled himself free of the boy’s arms and bounded across the floor. Tristan made to grab for his collar but missed, and the other puppy gave chase to his brother barking playfully. The larger dog soon overtook its sibling and tried to pick up the crown, but it was far too big for it. “Oh come on, Hodain,” Tristan said, climbing hurriedly to his feet and running after the dogs, “don’t chew it.” Cafall, the smaller puppy, pushed his brother sharply with his shoulder with enough force to make Hodain drop it. “Malos sabores” Hodain complained, sticking out his tongue in protest. “Well, you’re not supposed to eat it,” Tristan told him, snatching up the crown from the floor and setting it back on his head just as Arthur entered the room through the double doors at the opposite end of the hall, “you wear it.” Cafall jumped forwards to paw at Tristan’s ankle, “why?” he asked curiously, causing Tristan to laugh as he scooped both dogs up off the floor, tucking one under each arm. “Because,” he joked, “we have a guest coming and they like it when I wear things on my head.” “Not on the table Tristan,” Arthur sighed, snatching up the wine jug as Cafall almost barrelled into it and Hodain’s tail caught one of the goblets, sending it flying off the table and onto the floor, “dogs belong on floors, we’ve had this conversation.” The Prince rolled his eyes, but obediently detained each puppy in turn and lowered them onto the floor under the table where Celidon was sleeping. The Cu-Sith did not get to stay asleep as within seconds he became a puppy climbing frame with Cafall on his head and Hodain on his back. “Keep them out of trouble, Cel?” Tristan asked his familiar silently. Celidon snorted, “I’ve been trying to do that with you for years, trust me, puppies are easier.” The Prince, who had just been offered a cupful of wine by his father grinned into his goblet. The guards knocked on the doors before opening them to admit the prophetess and her escort. Arthur set his own goblet down upon the table before him and offered the woman a smile as she entered. She was attractive there was no denying that, certainly not beautiful, but the most alluring ones never were. The King glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye and noticed that the boy seemed to have ceased engaging with the puppies under the table. Wonderful. It was beginning. Just what he needed. Taking care to keep his expression as one of mild curiosity, Arthur watched as the woman dismissed her guard, and then checked the entrance hall beyond. It was the first clue that the Mallosian church’s representative was going to be quite different to his last visitor from Earth. The King would have expected nothing else from the Spaniard. What he was presented with seconds later however, not even he had considered as a possibility. Tristan grinned at the woman, “you’re a lot more fun than the last one,” he told her with a shrug, leaning back in his chair. Arthur endeavoured to ignore his son and gather his thoughts. He watched her, mildly amused, for a moment, before offering her a wine goblet and gesturing to the jug in the centre of the table. He was trying to work out if the woman was genuine, or if she was elaborately trying to throw them off guard. It took him a moment to decide to play along either way. You could not fully understand how a game was played until you jumped in. “Very well,” Arthur smiled, sitting forwards in his seat, “shall we start at the beginning? Why are you here?” It was voiced completely politely, and, taking his cue from the woman, Arthur took on a relaxed air of his own. A few seconds later however, Tristan disappeared under the table. Cafall had taken hold of the hem of the woman’s robe and was worrying it with his teeth. Celidon was preoccupied by Hodain who was pulling mercilessly on his left ear. “Sorry,” the Prince said, reappearing in his seat with his puppy in his arms, “I think he’s teething.”  |
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- it just reminds me of before. - By victoria bolton-zabala June 8, 2013 at 05:29:21 AM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 13, 2013 at 06:03:01 PM
- it just reminds me of before. - By victoria bolton-zabala June 13, 2013 at 09:39:08 PM
- chased your ghost across the yard - By a r t h u r June 13, 2013 at 06:03:01 PM
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