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Posted on June 17, 2011 at 11:22:15 PM by tristan & celidon
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Tristan was in the stables grooming his pony, because his Father had promised that they could go for a ride together once he had finished all of his business for the day. The young boy was very excited, he loved spending time with his father, especially when Gawain didn’t have to be there too. It was very tiring trying to out-compete your sibling, even if it shouldn’t have to be since you were clearly much better. Tristan liked to tell his big brother that because he came first, he had just been practice, and that he, Tristan, was the improved model. It had the desired effect of winding his brother up, which, on most occasions, was good enough to improve the young boy’s mood. Unlike his brother, Tristan greatly resembled Arthur, he had the same colour hair, a similar build and the same shaped face that the King had when he had been his son’s age. The main, most noticeable thing which separated their appearances was their eyes, where Arthur’s were a stormy grey, Tristan had inherited his grandmother’s large green ones. He was, also, a child to whom everything came really easily. He was undeniably bright, and coped easily with the academic work his Father set him every morning, and already had a descent grasp of French, mathematics and English grammar. He was also athletically gifted, already demonstrating a flair for horsemanship and advancing quickly in weapons training. The boy’s main problem however probably stemmed from this, since he was very much aware of the fact that he was good at everything he had tried to date. His father was very careful not to over praise his sons, but Tristan was very good at reading faces, and had, on more than one occasion, caught a quick glimmer in the King’s eyes which indicated that he was impressed or proud. It had rather gone to Tristan’s head. He was already developing a noticeable arrogance and tendency to show off. He was stubborn, he was strong-headed, and perhaps more worryingly still, he was developing a love for risk-taking. Today however, he was alone with the horses in the royal block. This was where the family horses were lodged, in their own sections away from the other mounts which any friend of Arthur’s were permitted to take and use at will. Tristan had always been very good with animals, showing them a kindness which he often neglected to display when dealing with other people. He was not a cruel child, he just spoke his mind, tending to care for people as a whole rather than as individuals. It had been a couple of years previously when he had first realised that he could hear the thoughts of horses, and since then his ability had grown stronger. He slipped his small hand into the handle of the nearby brush and began to run it gently along his buckskin pony’s back, using his fingers in order to ease out some of the scratches which the horse was telling him it was experiencing. It was the sound of footsteps on the cobbles outside which next attracted the child’s attention, and he placed the brush back on its shelf, dusted his hands and stepped out into the courtyard. It did not take his keen green eyes long to spot the boy, who was about his own age, looking up at the castle with an awe-struck expression on his face. “Hello!” Tristan called waving a hand above his head in the hopes of attracting the boy’s attention. Picking up a run Tristan crossed the remainder of the yard, slowing back to a walk a few paces before reaching Grayson. He grinned and extended a hand to the visitor in perfect imitation of his father, “what brings you here?” Celidon, who had been sleeping by the stable door raised his head in order to watch the two boys, his green ears pricked in curiosity. It wasn't everyday that they got such young visitors. |
 original image by Stefan Tell at flickr.com |
Replies:
- just because i understand; - By grayson & era; June 22, 2011 at 05:53:09 AM
- for we were made of stronger things - By tristan & celidon June 28, 2011 at 03:06:14 AM
- doesn't mean i really care; - By grayson & era; July 20, 2011 at 02:01:08 AM
- for we were made of stronger things - By tristan & celidon June 28, 2011 at 03:06:14 AM
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