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Posted on January 6, 2014 at 07:06:30 AM by tristan
Warning: this post contains strong language.
| He wasn’t out of his mind, but he was beginning to think that she might be. Tristan glared up at her fiercely as she yelled at him, and had no intention of moving, crazy horse or no crazy horse. It wasn’t going to kill him, he could tell that much from its thoughts. He wasn’t what the stallion was wound up about, and it was only going to try what it was going to get away with. There was something more to Alethea’s shouts that just panic about his safety, he could tell that much. It was the wrong tone, there was some other feeling woven in and it was more directly intended for him. She’d hardly said two words to him the last time they’d seen one another, and that had been on his birthday. Why was she the one who got to be angry? Her next words should have given him a clue, but all they inspired was a feeling of intense bafflement. “My gir--?” the prince spluttered, with a combination of indignation and confusion which put him off his guard enough for Thea to push past him into the yard beyond.
His girls? Tristan didn’t follow after her immediately, but instead stood frozen a while in the archway with a frown creasing his face. What was she on about? He glanced out over the grass at the group of teenagers by the water’s edge; the girls there had gone back to fawning over Tarquin and his friends again. He didn’t have any girls, he fumed to himself as Thea disappeared into one of the stalls, he just always seemed to be around people, and some people happened to be girls. The prince liked being around people, and he liked the attention they gave him, but he’d never considered before that he might neglect his real friendships because of it. No. He didn’t believe that. Tristan turned on his heel, and marched after Alethea across the cobbles, taking a deep steadying breath before he stepped into the stable block. “He doesn’t want to kill anyone,” Tristan informed her, a little curtly, nodding at the horse, “he wants to get to the mares in the pasture.” The great black creature’s mind was focused upon one thing, and Tristan didn’t need to look into it very long to work it out. “You should talk to the chief groom and have him moved over to the other side of the yard. I bet you he’ll calm down a little.” The prince leaned against the stable door, frowning again. “You still haven’t told me what’s going on” Tristan prompted her, “you’re obviously pissed at me, but I still have no idea what I’ve supposed to have done!” Thea’s previous accusation swum suddenly to the front of his mind, and the injustice burned, “I honestly don’t think I deserve it.” Glaring at her again, his facial expression was almost daring her to throw some other half-baked excuse at him. If she was angry with him for not going to see her in the week or so since the party, then it was definitely unfair. The road worked both ways, she could have gone looking for him! Thea didn’t have to train in the yard every morning for hours on end, or sit in on his father’s long boring meetings, or help to organise the guards. She didn’t have to hold court with the other teenagers every day, or do any of the other hundred things he had to do; he’d thought she’d understood all of that. Thoth never complained! “Will you please stop being difficult, and just tell me?”  |
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- be humble, for you are made of earth - By Alethea January 19, 2014 at 03:08:53 AM
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