IP: 82.19.140.112
Posted on September 24, 2013 at 11:05:00 PM by t r i s t a n
The prince took a steadying sigh, his hand finding its way back onto Celidon’s head. “You know the monsters that came through when the dome came down..?” he began glancing up at the familiarity of the castle as it loomed ever larger over them. In the distance Tristan could hear the snorting of the horses and the clicking of their hooves against the cobbled floors of their stalls. It was comforting, as horses had always been comforting. He could be alone with them whilst still seeking comfort from the warm simplicity of their thoughts. It was refreshing, especially when your head was so full of your own worries. Tristan hid it well, but he worried about a lot of things, and the root of his worries had not altered much since the last time he and his grandfather had shared a heart to heart. “Are they going to get worse?” he enquired after a pause, slowing to a halt and hopping up onto the top of a water barrel that was waiting with others to be taken into the yard when the ostler was ready. He didn’t say exactly what the problem was. Tristan had been raised by a father who disguised his emotions well and the reluctance to confess to them had been passed on to his son. Mallos would know that, the prince assumed, so it would be far too obvious just to come out and say, ‘I’m scared of the monsters.’ “I still have nightmares,” he muttered to his knees as if he was unable to make the confession of fear whilst maintaining eye contact. It seemed to take a lot of effort for him to make himself speak. “About the raptors from the marsh,” continued Tristan, sighing again, his hand straying to the area of his chest that still hosted the scars from the creatures’ claws, “and if some came through one of the cracks...I just...I keep worrying I’m going to see one.” The prince really did have nightmares about raptors, but beyond the occasional restless night they were not truly causing him too many problems. They had been a lesson, and Tristan was not as ignorant of its teachings as most of the people who knew him might have thought. He turned his head, managing to look Mallos in the face again. This time, the worry in his eyes was joined by anger, “and then there’s Lorraine. I know she lives in the Pantheon, I know you wouldn’t let her hurt any of us, and I know she probably didn’t have anything to do with Gawain...but I still hate her. I can’t help it, and you’re not here all the time.” His expression adopted an apologetic look, eager to avoid making his last words seem accusatory. His legs began to swing back and forth, the heels of his boots bouncing off the wood of the barrel with a thud thud and he ran his hand through his hair. “If it was all right with Father and Grandmother...would you be able to stay at the castle a while?” Tristan paused to read the Spaniard’s expression, before adding quickly, “it wouldn’t have to be forever, if you wanted to go somewhere else...it’s just after everything in the cove, and the stuff with the dome and the monsters...I’d just feel better if you were here.”  |
Replies:
- oye como va - By mallos September 29, 2013 at 11:27:07 PM
Post a reply:
<--
-->