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Posted on January 2, 2014 at 00:57:28 AM by tristan
| When Thoth shouted the cu-sith froze, and he flattened his ears back against his head, his dark green eyes fixing themselves upon the smaller boy’s face. Thoth gestured at the centre board and Celidon edged towards it, stepping as carefully as he could across the deck so as not to rock the boat too much. He placed each paw very deliberately where he was told, his tail giving a feeble wag when he was done. Tristan gave him an encouraging nod, and it began to wag with a bit more enthusiasm.
“Sorry about that,” the prince told his friend a little sheepishly, “he doesn’t like to be left behind and...well...he’s useful in a tight corner, figuratively speaking.” Tristan followed his friend’s direction and settled himself upon the bench that Thoth had indicated. The little boat continued to bob up and down on the water as the prince listened attentively to what Thoth was telling him. Tristan had spent most of his life listening to and learning specialist terminology, but a lot of it had come through osmosis. He didn’t usually have to sit down and remember a stream of terms; he just picked them up as he went along. In this case he was fairly sure he was going to need to know them almost immediately. “Sail” he thought to himself, “boon.” Tristan repeated the term over and over again in his head as he stared at it, implanting the image of the thing in his mind. “Jib,” he muttered, transferring his attention to the smaller sail, and then to the ropes, “jib sheets.” That one was an odd one the prince noted, ropes were not what sprung immediately to mind when he thought of sheets. He wasn’t sure if that was going to help him remember or not, but he supposed now he had remarked on the strangeness, he was unlikely to forget it. Tristan was still staring at the jib sheets when Thoth told him to grab one of the ropes, and he did so, following his friend’s instruction. He looked up when he was ready and gave Thoth a nod to confirm that he was ready. “Port, starboard, boon,” Tristan repeated to himself under his breath, picturing the pole as Thoth threw Morv over the side of the boat into the water, “jib, jib sheet, centre board” Got it. --- “Whoooooohooooo!” Tristan laughed as the boat sped along and they leaned out over the water. He grinned at his friend, before glancing over at Celidon. The cu-sith did not look happy at all. Given the angle of the boat, he was finding it difficult to keep himself where Thoth had put him, and his feet kept taking it in turns to scrabble back to their original position. His tail was down, his ears were back and he seemed to be shaking a little. He would have preferred to join Morv swimming, but he would have had no chance at keeping up. Cel wanted to be back on dry land as quickly as possible, and he released a sad little whine to tell his fairy as much. Tristan offered him a sympathetic expression, but was distracted when he was suddenly splashed in the face with water. Turning narrowed eyes on his friend, the prince took in Thoth’s soaking wet hair and dripping chin and burst out laughing, understanding suddenly why his friend disappeared out to sea so often. He had never seen Thoth look happier or more at home. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?” Tristan asked after a while, glancing over at the island before fixing his friend with a penetrating stare. “Anything apart from the pirates and the seagulls and the hour of the day?” he had hoped to be able to work it out, but nothing that Thoth had said so far had accounted for his lightly off behaviour back at the castle. “I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something...is everything all right?”  |
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- a man in time you'll be - By thoth January 7, 2014 at 03:11:06 AM
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