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Posted on December 12, 2013 at 02:25:38 AM by tristan
 He was forced to suppress his curiosity as they made their way along the darkened corridors of the castle, dodging around the guards on night patrol. They were not the quietest of sentinels. The ones with keys made the most noise, but the chain mail of the others clinking against the metal on the handles on their weapons meant that it was impossible not to hear them coming. The torches mounted on the walls created useful shadows which enhanced the effectiveness of hiding places. Being quiet over carpet was easy – passing silently over the cobbled surface of the outer courtyard was more difficult. Tristan rocked up onto tip-toe so that the heels of his boots didn’t give them away as they struck against the stones. He came to a stop by the gate as Thoth climbed over it, his eyes fixed upon the door to the west tower. Counting down in his head he waited...three...two...one... Celidon materialised through the wood, his green tail wagging as he trotted over to them, taking care that the sound of his claws clicking against the cobbles did not betray them. Together, fairy and familiar phased silently through the gate. Tristan smiled over at Sneezewort and Junebell as they appeared. His thoughts strayed momentarily to Hal and how it wouldn’t have been too much trouble to sneak him out of his stall. He had ridden Hal bareback before, they wouldn’t have needed to stop for tack... The memory of Thoth’s guilty expression back in his bedroom dragged Tristan away from his plans to liberate his own pony. If he had to wait until they were away from the castle to find out what was really going on then the quicker the better. He slipped his foot into Junebell’s stirrup and swung himself up into the saddle. It was strange to be able to understand, for once, one side of Thoth’s conversation with animals. What was stranger still was that it wasn’t Thoth he understood, but Junebell and Sneezeworth. His friend was still making unintelligible snorting noises. The prince smothered a laugh. --- Tristan eyed the sailing boat. It was small, smaller than the ships he had seen out at sea, and he had seen one of those blown up by pirates. He didn’t fancy the chances of Thoth’s boat if they ran into a similar problem. Celidon transmitted very similar thoughts to his fairy, but Tristan laughed him off, shaking his head as he followed his friend aboard, “we’d best just do our best not to run into any pirates then” he thought to his familiar with a wink. The cu-sith hesitated on the bank, his soulful eyes starting in worry at the rocking deck. He gave a whine, his front paws dancing up and down as he fought between his mistrust of the boat and his compulsion to protect his fairy. It was the latter that won out in the end. The large green dog jumped aboard, his braided tail smacking against the side as his paws made impact with the deck. The boat lurched. “Woah!” Tristan laughed as he was thrown backwards against the wood, “steady on, Cel.” The cu-sith looked sheepishly between the prince and Thoth, his tail drooping a little in apology. “No,” Tristan admitted in response to Thoth’s question, “I’ve been on the deck of a ship, but just when it was docked.” He beamed as he stood to attention and saluted, “your orders Cap’n?”  |
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- son of man, - By thoth December 13, 2013 at 02:25:50 AM
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