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Posted on August 8, 2013 at 09:51:33 PM by t r i s t a n
 Celidon! Tristan thought, opening the mental connection with his familiar. The cu-sith was in the gardens, sleeping in the sunshine, and it took him a few moments to come to. ”Get Father” the prince instructed urgently, tell him I think someone has got to Thoth. We’re in his room, and he’s talking about going to Earth.” Celidon stood up, don’t you dare he warned. “What!?” Tristan shot back as the large green dog began to run back towards the castle, I’m trying to stall him, I swear.” His familiar sniffed in disbelief, and then the connection cut-out in a nonverbal ‘get on with it then.’ The Prince’s conversation with his familiar meant the he had missed most of Thoth’s explanation, even if he had made a sterling effort to ensure that he had at least looked interested, the main thing he picked up on was the last few words, about rips, and a friend who could create one. Tristan didn’t like the sound of that. “I don’t know of anyone on Shaman who can create rips who isn’t a deity...” he said, trying to keep his tone casual, “what’s your friend called?” If Thoth was unable to leave the castle grounds, and if nothing untoward was really going on, then his next question was not a foolish one, “do I know them?” Celidon phased straight through Arthur’s study door, giving a gruff bark as he passed through the wood in order to alert the King of his arrival. He was seated behind his desk, and by the window Pendragon was settled on a purpose-built perch angled in such a way that he was able to read Arthur’s correspondence over his faerie’s shoulder. They both looked up at the cu-sith with equally hard expressions, “what’s he done now?” Arthur asked with a sigh, adding his signature to the bottom of a document before adding it to a pile of paper on his left. Celidon shook his great head, his front paws dancing anxiously, “its Thoth,” he said, his green eyes wide and imploring, “Tris is trying to stall him, but he’s talking about trying to open a rip to Earth!” Tristan didn’t know how long he could stall for, especially if Thoth started getting exasperated with him. Could he stop him from leaving, physically, if he had to? He really hoped so. He leaned in over the map of London again, trying to spot any landmarks he might have heard of in his reading of Earth history. “Hey, Thoth...” the Prince said, running his fingers across the paper, “where’s Westminster Abbey? Is it near your Mother’s house?” He glanced at his friend out of the corner of his eye, trying to read something in his face and wondering if the same slightly confused expression he had possessed earlier would return. Footsteps. Tristan froze when he heard them and looked up from the map. His head turned towards the door just in time to see it pushed open. His father stood there with a number of guards at his back and a thunderous expression on his face. Tristan automatically stood up as a sign of respect (something he tended to remember when he was in trouble) and retreated a couple of paces further into the room. “Father!” the prince managed finally, his face taking on an expression of worry, “we were just...” “I know what you were doing,” the King replied sternly, his eyes flicking from his son, to Thoth and finally to the maps unfolded between them. Tristan frowned, looking to Celidon for an explanation. If the cu-sith had delivered the proper message then he shouldn’t have been in trouble. Cel stared at the floor. “Both of you, come with me,” Arthur instructed, taking a step back himself in order to make room for the boys to exit Thoth’s room and move into the corridor beyond.  |
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