THOTH & MORVEREN
Thoth scratched Cel behind the ear and kicked the nearest bedpost, which probably wasn’t a wise move, since his foot already hurt from kicking the boon earlier. A fresh burst of pain shot up his leg and he swore under his breath in French, forgetting that Tris could speak French too. Thoth had long since adopted alternative languages for swearing, since he’d discovered he couldn’t get in trouble for saying something in a language that no one else understood.
“Get up!” He repeated to Tris as the prince groaned and pulled his pillow over his head.
Without waiting for his friend, Thoth dumped Morveren on his bed, crossed the room to the window and pulled the curtains back. It was still dark outside, but there was a worrying glimmer of light beginning to creep up in the distance – the sun was probably due to rise within the next hour or so. Thoth wished he could tell the exact time by sensing the position of the planet in relation to the sun, like Mallos could – now that was a cool power. If they left it much longer, the bulk of the guards would be up and about, and they’d have a harder time getting away before anyone noticed they were gone. The sooner they were away, the better.
He turned back just in time to see Tris groan and raise his head, looking as though he’d just woken up. Seriously? Thoth shot him an incredulous look, as though it was unfathomable why anyone would be asleep in the early hours of the morning, and focused his thoughts on Morveren. The little water-fox was sitting on the edge of Tristan’s bed where her fairy had left her, peering thoughtfully across at Celidon. Thoth sent her an image of Tristan and paired it strongly with a plea for affection. To his delight, Morv yelped as though to say what?! Someone needs some love? Here comes the hug patrol!, turned and leapt at the prince’s chest. The demigod grinned as his familiar hooked her front legs on Tristan’s shoulders, buried her face in his neck and purred so forcefully that the prince’s pyjamas vibrated. There was no way he was going back to sleep with a vaporeon pinned to his front.
“Come on, Tris!”
He pulled open the prince’s wardrobe and grabbed the first top and bottoms he could lay his hands on, which obviously were mismatched. Thoth’s fashion sense was zero – the best he could do with his own clothes was wear garments which actually fitted. He threw the clothes at Tristan and started hunting around at the bottom of the wardrobe for some boots. The room was weirdly tidy and ordered, and the boots didn’t have little animals living in them like most of the ones in Thoth’s room did. He located the boots with much more speed than he could have done in his own quarters and chucked them at the foot of the bed. Morveren had detached herself from Tris’s neck and was now hugging his midsection with her tail so that she could pat the bootlaces with her front paws; her tail was long enough to stretch all the way around Tris’s waist.
Thoth picked up Tris’s pillow and whacked him over the head with it. “Let’s go!” He urged. “Hurry up. You have…” He glanced at the window again, checking the progress of the gradually lightening sky. “…Fifteen seconds to get dressed, or else I’m going to Apeliotes Island on my own.”
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