Can you hear the magpie?

Can you hear the magpie?
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Posted on September 23, 2013 at 08:53:17 AM by Alistair

A gust of wind hit him full in the face, blowing his hair up. Alistair grinned at the prince, "Likewise." Keeping close to the wall, he tipped his weight forward until he was on tiptoe, peeking over the roof as best he could. Last thing he needed was another injury. Sure, the battlements were there, but that would do little to stop him if he leaned over them. Two stories was a long way to fall, especially since cobblestones made up the ground beneath them. The boy turned back to Tristan. "Not exactly a vote of confidence then, eh?" At least he was good at improvising. Alistair followed the younger boy to the other side of the roof, but did not join him in peering over the edge, preferring instead to look over his shoulder. His height was enough that he could see what the prince was looking at. A silver drainage pipe. The teen's face twisted in doubt. It was alright for a small, able bodied kid to shimmy down that thing, but it was another story altogether for a tall, slightly crippled almost-adult to do so. Despite being skinny, Alistair would not trust a pipe to hold his weight. Tristan, however, seemed to have figured out a use for it as he sat on the battlements and looked at the scot. "You can stick that on your head or it can go in the bag." he gave a nod to armour. Having never worn a helmet, Alistair didn't know the visibility he would have and decided it would be safer to put away for now. He tossed it to Triatan -careful of his accuracy as he didn't want to send the helmet over the edge- who put it in his bag before lowering his legs. He paused for a moment giving Alistair a "wait there" (as if he had somewhere to go) and sliding down the pipe for a smidgen. He lost sight of Triatan for a brief moment after and, worrying that he had fallen or hurt himself, craned his neck to look down.

To his joy, he saw the prince standing in a tree that was beside the castle. He was glad for both their sakes. "Come to the edge." Tristan called up. He did so cautiously, making sure to keep back a bit in case he tripped. Once he stood in front of the battlements, Triatan placed his hand on the tree. Much to Alistair's shock, the branches reached up, expanding towards him. First the walking through walls, now this? What else could the kid do?

The branches finished their expansion, lining up with his location. Tristan had been right. He was good at making it up. Alistair swung his legs up so that he stood on top of the parapet. The nearest branch merely a step away. Despite the small distance need to get on the branch, he took a large step so as to land on a thicker part of the wood that would hold him better. Alistair reached up to steady himself, walking with arms outstretched like a tightrope walker, pausing every so often to regain balance when he stumbled. He reached Tristan and they both clambered down the trunk with relative ease. With both feet on the ground, Alistair found his words again, fearing that if he had talked in the tree he would get distracted and slip. "I can't remember the last time I ever climbed a tree."

Their descent put of the way, Tristan lead the way to the stables. Once inside, he pointed to a black horse in the stall besides a fully tacked one. The black gelding was bridled already, only needing to be saddled. A brass nameplate on his door read "Myre." Alistair rubbed the horse's head gently. "Hey boy." he whispered. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a horse. They hadn't had any in the Glade, but as he stood in the stable familiarity washed over him. At some point in his life he had been around horses. Clanking brought his attention to the floor behind him where Tristan was emptying out the bag. Alistair cocked his head at the prince, giving him a questioning look. Why go to all the trouble to steal it of he was going to leave it in a stable? It was not until he began to put it on that the teen understood. For all his intelligence, Alistair could be an idiot sometimes. A good deal of armour was on when the prince stopped. He beckoned to the older boy and handed some pieces. This time he got it. As quickly as he could, the raven haired boy fastened the armour, taking a bit more time as he had never done so before. Immeadiately after, Tristan took the keys out again and opened yet another cabinet, this or full of used armour and more weapons. The younger boy examined a breast plate and tossed it to Alistair. He got it on with some difficulty and no sooner was he finished was a sword passed to him. He put it on as Tristan went to saddle Myre, copying the way his sword was on.

"Ready to have some fun?" Alistair's eyes twinkled. "Dying to." He mounted his gelding with ease, his long legs reaching the stirrups effortlessly. Myre shifted beneath him, fidgeting eagerly. He leaned over the horse's neck as they exited the stable. Both horse and rider swung their heads to the sound of approaching footsteps. Guards. It was not Alistair's plan to get in trouble, or even arrested. Now more than ever he hoped Tristan had a plan. Following the prince's lead, he encouraged Myre into a trot, shortening his reins as the horse rushed forward in an effort to catch up to Hal. "Not yet buddy." Alistair muttered. The clip clop of hooves hitting cobblestone ended abruptly as the dirt muted the sound. It was then that Tristan cantered. It took very little to get Myre to do so. The horse surged forward until he matched Hal stride for stride. Alistair snuck a peek over his shoulder at the shrinking guards, one of whom seemed to be throwing his hands up in defeat. Beside him Tristan gave a whoop of joy and Alistair cheered as well. "Ive never had this much fun before!" he yelled over the wind. He glanced at the boy next to him. He'd never thought a prince would be such a rule breaker. "If you don't mind my asking, Tristan, why did you steal those keys and armour? Surely you could have them without having to steal them."

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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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