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Posted on July 14, 2013 at 04:02:12 AM by t r i s t a n

He hadn’t been in Thoth’s room before, and, in truth, he had never given it much thought before. It wasn’t a deliberate decision on his part that his friends came to his rooms more often than he went to theirs. It tended to be where they found him when he was in the castle. It made sense. He moved around so much most of the time, it was one of the few places where you stood a chance of finding him on any kind of regular basis. Thoth’s room was very different from his however. It was a mess. Tristan didn’t think he had ever seen such an untidy space before, and whilst he found the level of debris surprising, the fact that it should belong to Thoth did not seem very astonishing at all. Thoth just seemed like the organised chaos sort. Tristan didn’t doubt for one moment that there would be a logic, a system, to the way that the things were strewn about the floor. “Your room is amazing,” the prince told his friend with a laugh, stepping over a pile of books by the door, “how has no one made you tidy it up yet?” The puppies came to skidding halts in the doorway, their eyes fixed upon the rabbits in the corner of the room, their ears perked and their little tails wagging in delight. The older, and bolder, of the two was just about to leap forwards when Thoth’s threat stopped him short. Both puppies sunk down onto the floor with equally large sighs, and rested their heads dejectedly on their paws. Tristan chuckled, and bent down to scratch them both behind their ears. That set their tails wagging again.

Thoth’s final question seemed to hang in the air between them for a moment. Tristan glanced down awkwardly at the floor. The implication was obvious enough, he had worked out quickly enough what words had been missed, but he had no idea how to respond. How could he tell his best friend, who had even had bones broken by bullies, that no one had ever laughed at him? Not really. The other boys at court would tease him, as he teased them, but it was all just the kind of friendly back and forth that boys indulged in. There was no bite to it. “Sometimes it doesn’t work,” Tristan managed at last, shrugging his shoulders sympathetically, “its normally when I’m not sure about something, or if I lose concentration.” He wondered if he should mention how it had worked when he had been scared in the marsh with the raptors, but thought better of it. “I think it’s like anything,” Tristan said encouragingly, “you’ve got to feel like you can do something well before you can actually do it.”

The prince found somewhere to perch on the edge of the remnants of what he thought was a chest of draws. He folded his arms across his chest, his legs stretched out in front of him as he waited patiently for Thoth to finish getting dry. Struck by a sudden thought, Tristan grinned broadly at his friend, “so you can’t leave the grounds, right?” he said, his green eyes glinting, “have you ever tried jousting?” Tristan knew that Thoth got hurt more easily than other people, but he was also determined that it should not stop his friend from doing fun things. He thought he could quite easily let Thoth get a feel for the sport without him risking getting anything more than a few bruises. “I can teach you, if you like. We could go out to the arena, that’s in the grounds, and you don’t have to try anything you don’t want to. What do you say?”

photography by Dominic’s pics | Mark Cutler at flickr.com






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