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Posted on April 8, 2011 at 01:47:19 AM by tristan and celidon
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Tristan stared out of the rain covered window, with an expression of supreme boredom on his face. The books he had been instructed to read by his father lay scattered across the floor, now completely abandoned, having completed all he had been asked to do in half the time he had been given. His familiar lay across his lap, bright green eyes which matched his young master’s closed in sleep, his breathing coming in a slow and steady pattern. Celidon was unusual, Tristan had already seen enough of other faeries to know that much. For a start, despite still being only a puppy, the dog was unusually huge, his feet large and ears endearingly massive. Then there was the fact that, despite looking like an Irish wolfhound which had been shot with an enlargement spell, Cel was unquestioningly a shade of bright forest green. It was in this fur that Tristan was currently caressing between the finger tips of his chubby child hands. It had now been raining for three days straight, and Tristan was well and truly fed up of being cooped up. He loved being outdoors, but, not only did the weather not permit him to leave the castle, his father would not allow him to leave the safety of the keep’s many rooms for reasons which had not yet been explained to the four year old. In fact, it had not escaped his attention that both of his parents seemed more than a little distracted. They had certainly not been around very much recently, and whenever he did see his father he seemed more than a little distracted. It was because of this, the boy reasoned, that he had been given a large amount of studying to do. It was also not an accident that he found himself in a different room than his older brother, another thing which Tristan had managed to figure out on his own. In short, he was almost certain that the grown ups were deliberately trying to sap the world of all fun. Suddenly, Celidon lifted his head and, sure enough, a few seconds later the room was filled with the echoing of footsteps coming from the floor above. Tristain’s mouth transformed into a side-ways line of curiosity as he lifted his own vividly green eyes upwards to stare at the ceiling. He wondered, quite bitterly, what fun activity was creating so much noise, and why he was not involved in it. If there was one thing that Tristan loved as much as being outdoor, then it was making a lot of annoying noise. Silence descended after a few brief moments and the small boy strained his ears in the hope of detecting further commotion. Sure enough, he heard the sound of feet coming down the nearest staircase, and so got to his feet in order to investigate. Peering through the keyhole (since he was still a little too small to reach the use the heavy iron door handle) Tristan tried to make out who was heading towards him down the corridor. second son of arthur and lilith, prince of shaman. |
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- Or just something I can't - By Gawain April 8, 2011 at 02:31:15 AM
- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 8, 2011 at 04:29:22 PM
- Sing it for the ones that'll hate your guts - By Gawain April 12, 2011 at 01:27:11 AM
- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 27, 2011 at 01:41:32 AM
- Sing it for the ones that'll hate your guts - By Gawain April 12, 2011 at 01:27:11 AM
- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 8, 2011 at 04:29:22 PM
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