Can you hear the magpie?

Can you hear the magpie?
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Posted on September 16, 2013 at 08:01:01 AM by Alistair

"It's fine." Alistair stood and stretched, probing his back and ribs before dusting himself off out of habit. That would leave a bruise. Already the skin was sensitive, but he thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't been thrown into the stone wall. He'd have a lot worse than bruises from that. The boy gawked at the room. The Glade had had an armoury-if it could even be called that- but nothing of this magnitude. Tristan's voice brought him back to reality. "What?.... Oh. No I wasn't. I was just.... Exploring." He had sort of been exploring. At least, that was what it has turned into. The boy didn't need to know any details. The banging continued. Jeez, the kid must have done something really bad. Alistair picked up one of the knives he had knocked over, admiring the craftsmanship. It was detailed and patterns covered the hilt. It was of good weight. Not too heavy but substantial enough to go where intended. The teen flipped the blade in his hand and threw it at a cabinet. He didn't bother using his full force. The dagger sunk itself into the wood halfway to the hilt. He still had it.

"Your highness." One of the guards yelled through the door. Alistair froze and looked at Tristan. Your highness? He was too young to be king, at least by the teen's standards. So prince, maybe. Great. Now if something happened to Tristan, he would immeadiately be under suspicion. Well, they didn't have to know he was in there. "I have absolutely no clue Captain. His name's Alistair, but beyond that, not a clue, Captain." Alistair swore inwardly. There went that plan. At least it shut the Captain up.

"You're not going to try and stab me or anything, are you?" Tristan asked with a smirk. He was kidding, of course, but still...."if you are, I think you should tell me now so we can move past it." Alistair raised his eyebrows. "Wasn't on my agenda, but if you want me to I could always make time for it." he joked back. The prince was already fiddling with some keys-they must have been what he had stolen- and trying then out on the cabinet with the knife Alistair had thrown embedded in it. It took a few tries, but the boy eventually found the right key with some effort swung open the doors. "Finally." Tristan said, grabbing a leather bag the hung near him and began filling it with equipment from the cabinet. For once, someone else was doing the thieving, an odd occurance to the raven haired boy. When the younger boy was satisfied with his haul, he dropped the bag on the floor where it landed with a loud crash. So he had been taking armour. An odd thing to want to steal, at least in Alistair's opinion. The prince looked back to Alistair briefly.

"Do you ride?" Alistair blinked. Did he ride? He wasn't sure. Maybe he did and didn't remember doing it. He was pretty sure he did. He knew what horses where and had a hazy memory of someone teaching him how to ride. He didn't remember who taught him or where, he just remembered that someone had taken the time to teach him. "I think so." he replied, two toned gaze following the boy's moves. He was looking for something, standing on a trunk to get it. Oh the joys of being tall. One rarely ever had to use stepping stools to reach things. Evidentally, the prince had located what he had been searching for because Tristan yanked down a tarnished helmet and handed it to him after leaping down.

"How about you and I get out of here?" Alistair nodded mutely. He couldn't really argue with royalty. "Sounds good to me." he said. "Your highness." the teen quickly added. Tristan gestured to the back wall with a smile and walked over too it. He meant to go out that way? There was no door that Alistair could see. The prince walked forward with his arms outstretched and was seemingly swallowed by the wall. The older boy's jaw dropped. Moments later, the boy stuck his head, shoulders, and right arm back into the room. "Come on." he said, beckoning Alistair closer. "take hold of my arm." Alistair weighed his options. To through a wall with someone he just met, or be stuck in here when the guards manage to get in here-which they would eventually. He chose the former, clutching the helmet in the crook of his right arm and gripping Tristan with his left. "I hope you know what you're doing, your highness," this time he did use it sarcastically, "because if we die, I'm going to haunt the hell out of you."

Replies:

and my sword is by your side; - By t r i s t a n September 17, 2013 at 07:25:48 PM
- Can you hear the magpie? - By Alistair September 23, 2013 at 08:53:17 AM
  - may you sing the deeds of glory - By t r i s t a n October 6, 2013 at 06:28:17 PM

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