He can see only light. The only sound, the chant that calls to him. His home of several years had faded away, and now he waits for his new one to appear. He is excited, wondering what is in store for him when he gets there. He is confident, determined, and the peace inside him keeps his excitement in check. Slowly the light fades and he stands in the middle of a magic circle. His head whips this way and that, curious. 'I am still outdoors. I can smell the dew on the grass, it is morning. The trees here are short, not too old, but not too young either, the trunks are thick. . .' His thoughts trail off as he smells something new on the breeze. Small black eyes zero in on the tree line and after a moment there is a movement.
A human steps forward, or so he assumes. It looks like the way they were described. Standing on two legs, no curve to the back, and hung with colors not their own. The man, for it is indeed a male, walks forward and as soon as he is but a handful of paces away he drops to one knee. The small ratel looks up, seeing a human for the first time, he examines it thoroughly. The mas stays silent as the beast moves around him, waiting for the right moment to address his country's last hope. 'Smells odd, like flowers and plants, and so many other things. It's odd. I wonder why. . .Maybe, it is that magic my mentor spoke of. They need the blessing of the earth through use of the things it provides to work their magic. Interesting. Well, even with the herbs, this human must be powerful on his own to summon me'
Stopping in front of the man the ratel sits and waits. He has been trained to recognize a lot of human speech so he waits to be addressed. It takes a moment for the man to understand what the beast is waiting for, but once he figures it out he offers a small bow of his head. “Welcome Master Beast. I have summoned you for a special task. I am Allurian, the king's mage, the lord of this country. His highness grows older, and his son, the prince. . .He is not suited to take over this land.” The aged man's voice is low and rough, like stones tumbling over one another. The ratel is not completely positive on most of what he has to say, but he gathers that the man summoned him for something perhaps more difficult than he was expecting. None the less, his confidence does not wane.
'I do not understand the human ruling system, but I suppose a king would be a pack leader, like the wolves have. My species does not move in packs, but I understand the concept' Lifting his head he nods his understanding.
The man bows his head again. “I thank you for coming. The young man needs a guide, he needs to learn responsibility, and. . .And he needs a friend. He has grown so spoiled, so use to getting his way. I fear that without learning to care for anyone other than himself, when it is his turn to rule, the country will fall.”
'A bad leader. I get that' He nods again, standing. The man stands along with him, his aged frame surprisingly sturdy. The man bends over, holding his arms out, and after a few seconds the beast figures out what he wants. 'Well, this should be interesting. I've ridden the backs of other beasts, but I've never been carried' Careful to keep his claws from the humans delicate skin he puts his front paws on the man's arm before being scooped up, the sensation intriguing him. His head rotates this way and that, the light overhead indicating that the sun will soon rise. He takes in everything he can during the trip, his nose going a mile a minute as he tries to catch every last new scent.
Once they leave the woods, appearing on a hard packed gravel road, the beast's head arches up further and the man whispers from him to be careful. Shying his head back down he loosens his grip on the man's arm not having realized he'd done it. 'I have to keep in mind they are far more delicate than I am use to dealing with. They may have this. . .Cloth? That is the word? They may have this cloth, but it is a poor protector of their delicate skin' It is an hour before the castle comes into view. His first time seeing one all the beast can think is that it is a beautiful mix of colors and designs, the newness of it all making him quite content to just stare.
He has little time to observe the grounds themselves as the mage picks up his pace with his goal in sight. The beast draws a lot of attention, his exotic look and somehow unanimalistic actions making the palace guards and staff curious. A few guards stop the man on his way through the palace, but as the ratel seems quite tame, and of course the man's standing in the court, they let him pass with little trouble. The many paintings and flowers adorning the hallways make him swivel his head rapidly, but as soon as they enter the main dining hall his focus goes to the humans rising from their morning meal. He looks from one to the other, the cloth they are wearing much different from the man carrying him, and that alone fascinates the beast to no end.
'Those two look older, smell like parents to the others. Definitely a family here. If the pack leader analogy works here, then the oldest male would be the king' He sniffs in the man's direction and as several sets of eyes turn to him, his ears arch up curiously. The man holding him approaches the king respectfully and the beasts decides to just settle and watch, wondering which of the others he is to be bonding to. 'If I understand, a prince is a child of a king, and becomes king when the king is king no longer. So, the man said young man, so one of the boys. . ' His neck rotates over to look at the children as the mage speaks to the king.
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A faint twitch ran through his mind as Illiendi used a different word for him. While young master had upset him on principal, this new term left him feeling wanting. It didn't feel right. However his focus is on the demon, the other issue to be addressed later. At first he can feel his heart skipping a beat and a faint disappointment rolling over him when he sees that expression on the taller male's face. 'He hates it, I have done something wrong. He looks like he is sucking a lemon raw. I should not have done this' All these thoughts pass through his head in an instant and pass right out when suddenly he is looking on something he never thought he'd see.
The soft look, the almost caring expression. For a few seconds Amano forgets to breath, the change in his face making him almost look like a completely different person. 'He has always had a frightening kind of beauty, but when he looks at this flower, it is . . . . .He seems completely different. Like this one little flower changed him from the beast who knows nothing of love and seeks only his prize. . . .To one who perhaps once knew love, and who thinks fondly of something beautiful' Amano takes a slow breath when he realizes he'd stopped, but he does not blink, not wanting to miss a moment of this Illiendi. He stands perfectly still, the plowers trembling ever so slightly with the effort, and for a moment his eyes trail along those long supple fingers as they stroke the white and red petals.
Looking back up his wonder has not waned. 'It is almost like reverence. . . .' He listens intently to the demon's analysis of the flower, flushing slightly in triumph over managing to do something that moves the taller male so obviously. His body trembles at the touch of those warm fingers, and his flush redoubles at being called by his first name. 'I do not mind him calling me by my name. Not at all. However if he is to address me in public I suppose he will have to use something more formal. . .I still do not like “lord” though. It doesn't feel right. . . .' Setting his musing aside he brushes his fingers over his brand before letting his arm drop to his side. The soft, almost tender tone of the demon's voice when he said the boy's name is something he looks forward to in the future. He is now determined to hear it again, and not under orders.
When Illiendi explains what the flowers are it isn't hard for him to figure out the lore and symbolism behind the red staining. He even determines that if his thoughts are true, then some time long ago a demon trod the earth near the elm some time long ago. The shack is older than any can recall, so it's rather ancient. The thought pops into his head that there must be a new patch now, where Illiendi was summoned, or at least the first place his foot touched the earth since he was summoned in a stone basement. He wants desperately to ask him about it, but refrains. More important matter take precedent. The touch of a smile is the last fleeting glimpse Amano gets of Illiendi's soft side before he becomes all business again.
Straightening up he corrects his posture, smiling warmly at the demon as he speaks of his success. At the thought of lunch, and that word again, the youth flinches and looks to the sun. Judging that it's at least a good hour before mid day he looks off towards the docks. “I think we should hit the cartographer first, then some lunch. I am not too hungry right now.” With that said he turns and leads the way. The docks are a good ten minutes away from the market and when the stalls clear leaving them with open street, Amano decides to bring up the “lord” issue. “Illiendi. . . Why have you changed what you call me? It. . . .It does not feel right in my ear. . . .” He glances at the demon before returning his gaze to the road before them. “I am just curious, and will not stop you if you feel it is best. I just. . . .Do not like the sound of it. I know it does not make any sense, any honorific does not really suit me right now, but I. . .I am rambling. Forgive me. . .” His tone is soft, but it is obvious he is at a loss, unsure of what he is saying and why.
The soft look, the almost caring expression. For a few seconds Amano forgets to breath, the change in his face making him almost look like a completely different person. 'He has always had a frightening kind of beauty, but when he looks at this flower, it is . . . . .He seems completely different. Like this one little flower changed him from the beast who knows nothing of love and seeks only his prize. . . .To one who perhaps once knew love, and who thinks fondly of something beautiful' Amano takes a slow breath when he realizes he'd stopped, but he does not blink, not wanting to miss a moment of this Illiendi. He stands perfectly still, the plowers trembling ever so slightly with the effort, and for a moment his eyes trail along those long supple fingers as they stroke the white and red petals.
Looking back up his wonder has not waned. 'It is almost like reverence. . . .' He listens intently to the demon's analysis of the flower, flushing slightly in triumph over managing to do something that moves the taller male so obviously. His body trembles at the touch of those warm fingers, and his flush redoubles at being called by his first name. 'I do not mind him calling me by my name. Not at all. However if he is to address me in public I suppose he will have to use something more formal. . .I still do not like “lord” though. It doesn't feel right. . . .' Setting his musing aside he brushes his fingers over his brand before letting his arm drop to his side. The soft, almost tender tone of the demon's voice when he said the boy's name is something he looks forward to in the future. He is now determined to hear it again, and not under orders.
When Illiendi explains what the flowers are it isn't hard for him to figure out the lore and symbolism behind the red staining. He even determines that if his thoughts are true, then some time long ago a demon trod the earth near the elm some time long ago. The shack is older than any can recall, so it's rather ancient. The thought pops into his head that there must be a new patch now, where Illiendi was summoned, or at least the first place his foot touched the earth since he was summoned in a stone basement. He wants desperately to ask him about it, but refrains. More important matter take precedent. The touch of a smile is the last fleeting glimpse Amano gets of Illiendi's soft side before he becomes all business again.
Straightening up he corrects his posture, smiling warmly at the demon as he speaks of his success. At the thought of lunch, and that word again, the youth flinches and looks to the sun. Judging that it's at least a good hour before mid day he looks off towards the docks. “I think we should hit the cartographer first, then some lunch. I am not too hungry right now.” With that said he turns and leads the way. The docks are a good ten minutes away from the market and when the stalls clear leaving them with open street, Amano decides to bring up the “lord” issue. “Illiendi. . . Why have you changed what you call me? It. . . .It does not feel right in my ear. . . .” He glances at the demon before returning his gaze to the road before them. “I am just curious, and will not stop you if you feel it is best. I just. . . .Do not like the sound of it. I know it does not make any sense, any honorific does not really suit me right now, but I. . .I am rambling. Forgive me. . .” His tone is soft, but it is obvious he is at a loss, unsure of what he is saying and why.
Ah, sorry. I wrote something that didn't make sense, and rent to revise when the site went wonkey. I thought my post fixed, but apparently it didn't. I think all I wanted to say is I just didn't want Illiendi taking offence, and he didn't as far as I can tell, and that is good!
Also, do YOU like the flowers? *Grin*
Also, do YOU like the flowers? *Grin*
Kuro chuckles at the half asleep angel, watching as he almost picks his way through his meal. 'Like a sleepy teenager before school. It's adorable!' Humming softly he hands over the drink, propping himself against the counter to continue watching. The idea of work seems to spark something inside the little angel and without warning he's wide awake and bolting his food. He's about to warn Aoba not to eat so fast, but gives in when he realizes that the idea of work is something the smaller male fixates on with joy. 'Such a strange little creature. He simply loves working. Like me and my books. . That reminds me, I gotta hit up a library and find a shelf in this house to use. . .'
He follows the smaller male out, glaring at Dani as Aoba passes him only to pull the little demon into a hug before racing off after his Little Mouse. Dani is mystified, but like most odd things his little brother does he sets it aside as just a Kurotama unique thing. He knows what hugs are, but why in the world would Kuro show him affection? They fight, that's how they show their love. . . . While Aoba takes care of the pigs the larger demon does a lap around the animal field on the wing to check for stones that may harm the cow's hooves or any weeds that may not rest well in the grazer's stomachs. Finding none he lands at the barn in time to help the angel loose said beasts and guide them to their feeding grounds.
On his lap he noticed another gate, one leading off into the hills and in the back of his mind he wonders what it would take from them to be able to graze the small herd on the neighbor's property once in a while. The victory smile does not go unnoticed by the taller male and Kuro feels himself settling a bit. 'He seems to have gotten over the shock a bit. However he may just be repressing that. Angels are good at that I bet. . . I should talk to him about that after I see Pops' Closing the gate he wanders over to Aoba, pausing right next to him to look at Mama and the baby. “Actually, they would be fine in the field, normally. However after the difficult birth I may ask you to help me with a check-up later to make sure everything is in order. They should be able to go out tomorrow.”
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Fenrir wakes bright and early, the shock from the night before having made his sleep quite fitful. It also keeps him from looking at the mirror for a food long time. He gets ready for the day, taking comfort in the routine activity, making it easy to ignore that gnawing hole in the pit of his stomach. However as he fixes the last knot in place he freezes, his mind racing. Finished with his morning rituals, all that's left is. . . .His eyes fall on the wrapped mirror on his side table. 'I can not prove nor disprove his words. E id a demon, hence he lies, but from all I have seen, he is an honest man. He has no reason to lie, but the evil do not always need a reason. He said himself that his father is evil, and evil begets evil no? Perhaps not. . . .No, he is evil, but, I will not discount his words without further proof'
With a sharp nod he walks over, picking the package up carefully. Making his way out of the house he tucks the mirror away, deciding to check it once he gets to work. Several of his neighbors greet him, like always, and he returns the salutations. The sun is settled on the horizon in the same place it is every day at this time. The familiarity almost seems, off somehow. Such a big thing happened just the night before, his perceptions of the world and it's order has been turned on it's head, but despite his inner turmoil the worlds go on, and pays no mind to the distress of one little arch angel. Once in his room he locks the door, still a half hour before his official work day starts, and settle behind his desk.
Pulling out the mirror he carefully sets it on the stacks of paper left on his desk from the night before, and for a good minute he just stares at it. He fights, he argues, he reasons, until at last with a sigh he opens the parcel. It takes only a few seconds for the image to clear and Aoba and Kuro to come into view. He hears what Aoba has to say about the baby getting trampled and with a start realizes he can see a cow and her calf near the top of the mirror. His brow furrows and almost on instinct he touches the edges of the mirror, rotating the view. He starts, but then relaxes. 'It moved because I wanted it to. I get it. My focus went to the cows, so it shifted. I wonder how far from Aoba I can look. . . .Probably not far. . .' He rotates the view again, listening as he gets a glimpse of Dani landing behind the other two.
It takes him a few seconds to realize that they are talking about the calf needing a name, and by the way they are speaking. . . .
~*~*~*~*~
Kuro reaches out and ruffles Dani's hair, earning him a growl. Looking back to Aoba he pats him gently but firmly on the back. “Don't rush yourself mister godfather. After your hard work helping him into the world last night I think you've earned a little reprieve from new experiences for at least half a day.” Rubbing Aoba's shoulder Kuro wanders off to grab up the grain for Mama for the day leaving Dani to wander around behind the angel impatiently. With a light huff he settles on the rail around the pen and begins rambling to Mama about how crazy his little brother is.
He follows the smaller male out, glaring at Dani as Aoba passes him only to pull the little demon into a hug before racing off after his Little Mouse. Dani is mystified, but like most odd things his little brother does he sets it aside as just a Kurotama unique thing. He knows what hugs are, but why in the world would Kuro show him affection? They fight, that's how they show their love. . . . While Aoba takes care of the pigs the larger demon does a lap around the animal field on the wing to check for stones that may harm the cow's hooves or any weeds that may not rest well in the grazer's stomachs. Finding none he lands at the barn in time to help the angel loose said beasts and guide them to their feeding grounds.
On his lap he noticed another gate, one leading off into the hills and in the back of his mind he wonders what it would take from them to be able to graze the small herd on the neighbor's property once in a while. The victory smile does not go unnoticed by the taller male and Kuro feels himself settling a bit. 'He seems to have gotten over the shock a bit. However he may just be repressing that. Angels are good at that I bet. . . I should talk to him about that after I see Pops' Closing the gate he wanders over to Aoba, pausing right next to him to look at Mama and the baby. “Actually, they would be fine in the field, normally. However after the difficult birth I may ask you to help me with a check-up later to make sure everything is in order. They should be able to go out tomorrow.”
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Fenrir wakes bright and early, the shock from the night before having made his sleep quite fitful. It also keeps him from looking at the mirror for a food long time. He gets ready for the day, taking comfort in the routine activity, making it easy to ignore that gnawing hole in the pit of his stomach. However as he fixes the last knot in place he freezes, his mind racing. Finished with his morning rituals, all that's left is. . . .His eyes fall on the wrapped mirror on his side table. 'I can not prove nor disprove his words. E id a demon, hence he lies, but from all I have seen, he is an honest man. He has no reason to lie, but the evil do not always need a reason. He said himself that his father is evil, and evil begets evil no? Perhaps not. . . .No, he is evil, but, I will not discount his words without further proof'
With a sharp nod he walks over, picking the package up carefully. Making his way out of the house he tucks the mirror away, deciding to check it once he gets to work. Several of his neighbors greet him, like always, and he returns the salutations. The sun is settled on the horizon in the same place it is every day at this time. The familiarity almost seems, off somehow. Such a big thing happened just the night before, his perceptions of the world and it's order has been turned on it's head, but despite his inner turmoil the worlds go on, and pays no mind to the distress of one little arch angel. Once in his room he locks the door, still a half hour before his official work day starts, and settle behind his desk.
Pulling out the mirror he carefully sets it on the stacks of paper left on his desk from the night before, and for a good minute he just stares at it. He fights, he argues, he reasons, until at last with a sigh he opens the parcel. It takes only a few seconds for the image to clear and Aoba and Kuro to come into view. He hears what Aoba has to say about the baby getting trampled and with a start realizes he can see a cow and her calf near the top of the mirror. His brow furrows and almost on instinct he touches the edges of the mirror, rotating the view. He starts, but then relaxes. 'It moved because I wanted it to. I get it. My focus went to the cows, so it shifted. I wonder how far from Aoba I can look. . . .Probably not far. . .' He rotates the view again, listening as he gets a glimpse of Dani landing behind the other two.
It takes him a few seconds to realize that they are talking about the calf needing a name, and by the way they are speaking. . . .
~*~*~*~*~
Kuro reaches out and ruffles Dani's hair, earning him a growl. Looking back to Aoba he pats him gently but firmly on the back. “Don't rush yourself mister godfather. After your hard work helping him into the world last night I think you've earned a little reprieve from new experiences for at least half a day.” Rubbing Aoba's shoulder Kuro wanders off to grab up the grain for Mama for the day leaving Dani to wander around behind the angel impatiently. With a light huff he settles on the rail around the pen and begins rambling to Mama about how crazy his little brother is.
~The little guardian looks away and Seishu can not help the tightening in his chest. He rocks their bodies together in a kind of slow dance, unsure of how well his partner would be able to take to the dance floor. However, Enasi keeps up just fine, his shy smile easing the white haired male's mind slightly.
He's putting up with my hiding.
He's accepting it, even if he doesn't believe me.
It is sad, but unavoidable. . . .
It never crosses his mind that he is being contrary, at least no seriously. All of his focus is on keeping his partner happy. That pain, all the sadness he has caused his counterpart, he can not stand the thought of adding even more by sharing his pain.
I will talk to the others when wake.
I will let them take my pain.
I can not hurt Enasi.
Not again. . . .
With a light kiss to Enasi's neck he whispers, “Those flaws are part of what make you perfect Enasi. . . .” He adds a second kiss before the song picks up the pace into the second stanza. With another spin to the read head he slips around behind the smaller male, his hand spreading across his midsection. With a sly smile he pulls Enasi flush against his body and begins swaying side to side, his left hand holding the other's left, crossing it over the robe clad chest of the smaller male. As they move he rests his head on Enasi's shoulder and begins humming along again.
Just this once my little sexy best.
Just this one time, let me take care of you and ease your mind without you worrying about me.
Let me make you happy.
If I even can. . .
Let me protect that smile until I will see it no longer.
With an expert twist he twirls Enasi back out so they are standing as far apart as they can get while still holding hands. With a smirk he pulls the red head forward so they are once more dancing face to face in one another's arms. Slipping his hands up against Enasi's sides he slides them all the way up then along the smaller male's arms, directing them to wrap around his neck. Once they are in place Seishu takes Enasi's hips in hand and the stars above move on into another slow song, allowing the Nightmare Guardian to stay close, and feel safe. The light of the setting sun strikes Enasi's hair as they turns on the spot and Seishu lets out a soft sigh. “You are so beautiful Enasi. . . .” His voice is soft, and honest, the look in his eyes hiding the pain expertly as he focuses on the lovely in his arms.~
He's putting up with my hiding.
He's accepting it, even if he doesn't believe me.
It is sad, but unavoidable. . . .
It never crosses his mind that he is being contrary, at least no seriously. All of his focus is on keeping his partner happy. That pain, all the sadness he has caused his counterpart, he can not stand the thought of adding even more by sharing his pain.
I will talk to the others when wake.
I will let them take my pain.
I can not hurt Enasi.
Not again. . . .
With a light kiss to Enasi's neck he whispers, “Those flaws are part of what make you perfect Enasi. . . .” He adds a second kiss before the song picks up the pace into the second stanza. With another spin to the read head he slips around behind the smaller male, his hand spreading across his midsection. With a sly smile he pulls Enasi flush against his body and begins swaying side to side, his left hand holding the other's left, crossing it over the robe clad chest of the smaller male. As they move he rests his head on Enasi's shoulder and begins humming along again.
Just this once my little sexy best.
Just this one time, let me take care of you and ease your mind without you worrying about me.
Let me make you happy.
If I even can. . .
Let me protect that smile until I will see it no longer.
With an expert twist he twirls Enasi back out so they are standing as far apart as they can get while still holding hands. With a smirk he pulls the red head forward so they are once more dancing face to face in one another's arms. Slipping his hands up against Enasi's sides he slides them all the way up then along the smaller male's arms, directing them to wrap around his neck. Once they are in place Seishu takes Enasi's hips in hand and the stars above move on into another slow song, allowing the Nightmare Guardian to stay close, and feel safe. The light of the setting sun strikes Enasi's hair as they turns on the spot and Seishu lets out a soft sigh. “You are so beautiful Enasi. . . .” His voice is soft, and honest, the look in his eyes hiding the pain expertly as he focuses on the lovely in his arms.~
Rei finishes his survey of the first floor of the library fairly quickly, marking three passages leading out of the castle. One leads under the back wall, likely an escape passage for if the castle is on fire. Another has collapsed, though if he is any real judge of such things it would have lead to the old barracks he saw outside the walls so that the soldiers could charge right into the castle should their be raiders or assassins. He wonders vaguely if perhaps they had kept up with that tunnel if the prince would have had less attempts on his life. 'There must have been quite a few for him to have reacted the way he did to me. . .' he muses. The last is the most well concealed, actually behind a bookshelf. It also happens to be the most well maintained. This last one leads to the tower where they had gone for the prince's history lesson.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
Rei finishes his survey of the first floor of the library fairly quickly, marking three passages leading out of the castle. One leads under the back wall, likely an escape passage for if the castle is on fire. Another has collapsed, though if he is any real judge of such things it would have lead to the old barracks he saw outside the walls so that the soldiers could charge right into the castle should their be raiders or assassins. He wonders vaguely if perhaps they had kept up with that tunnel if the prince would have had less attempts on his life. 'There must have been quite a few for him to have reacted the way he did to me. . .' he muses. The last is the most well concealed, actually behind a bookshelf. It also happens to be the most well maintained. This last one leads to the tower where they had gone for the prince's history lesson.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
Rei finishes his survey of the first floor of the library fairly quickly, marking three passages leading out of the castle. One leads under the back wall, likely an escape passage for if the castle is on fire. Another has collapsed, though if he is any real judge of such things it would have lead to the old barracks he saw outside the walls so that the soldiers could charge right into the castle should their be raiders or assassins. He wonders vaguely if perhaps they had kept up with that tunnel if the prince would have had less attempts on his life. 'There must have been quite a few for him to have reacted the way he did to me. . .' he muses. The last is the most well concealed, actually behind a bookshelf. It also happens to be the most well maintained. This last one leads to the tower where they had gone for the prince's history lesson.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
Rei finishes his survey of the first floor of the library fairly quickly, marking three passages leading out of the castle. One leads under the back wall, likely an escape passage for if the castle is on fire. Another has collapsed, though if he is any real judge of such things it would have lead to the old barracks he saw outside the walls so that the soldiers could charge right into the castle should their be raiders or assassins. He wonders vaguely if perhaps they had kept up with that tunnel if the prince would have had less attempts on his life. 'There must have been quite a few for him to have reacted the way he did to me. . .' he muses. The last is the most well concealed, actually behind a bookshelf. It also happens to be the most well maintained. This last one leads to the tower where they had gone for the prince's history lesson.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
'It must be their version of a safe house. I am no expert on castles, however that tower is far more defendable a position than the palace proper' As he makes his way to the second floor he can sense eyes on him. Once he reaches the next level he looks back to find out who's looking and once more has to take a moment. The design of the library makes it possible to look to each of the floors from almost anywhere in the library, and the higher vantage point gives the fae something new and interesting to take in. It is less the structure and more the number of books he can see all at once that almost seems to move him, though even if it seems that way the feeling is very muted. The underground almost tunnel like design of the hall of books in the fae village is far more close feeling and limits how much you can see.
He smiles, though he does not notice, and after glancing down at the keeper, who jumps slightly and shuffles off, he makes his way around the second and third floors in no time. Not wanting to be too far from the young man he's guarding for too long once his survey is done he makes his way swiftly from the room. The keeper watches him go and lets out a sigh as he closes the doors quietly behind him. It doesn't take long for Rei to return to his room, quickly emptying his pockets of the food he stored before wandering over to the secret passage connecting his room to the prince's. Recalling what the youth had said about checking on him he doesn’t hesitate to open the wall and make his way through the dark to the other end.
The wall opens silently and the fae enters the room. His eyes fall at first onto his ward, but seeing him still and quiet he slips further into the room and begins checking it for any dangers. Cracking the shutters slightly so he can look down upon the grounds he is careful so that the light from outside does not fall on the young man's sleeping form. 'It seems quiet tonight. Not even any of the stable crew away it would seem. Only the night guard. . .I wonder. . .He said it would be strange to learn from an assassin, but would he object to bringing my suggestion to the captain of the guard about shifting his patrols so that the castle is safer against my kind of folk. . .'
He sighs silently and closes the shutters, still very confused about the young man's rejection. It would make his life easier, and make it less likely that he would have to come in conflict with the man should his actions go beyond verbal correction with Alessandro. Magic creeps out across the room, checking it over as the fae goes over it with his eyes as well until at last he is satisfied. As he begins walking over to the open wall, intent on getting some sleep, Rei pauses, struck with a sudden curiosity. Turning he silently approaches the prince's bed, coming to a stop right next to it.
The youth's hair is covering most of his face and on impulse Rei reaches out, gently brushing those golden locks aside so he can see Alessandro's face properly. Leaning back slowly he looks, taking in his features, his slightly sleepy mind wandering vaguely about with random notions. The prince is a curiosity, one Rei can't seem to figure out, and as his mind tries desperately to put the pieces together the fae simply watches the young man sleep. He only stands there for less than a minute before turning and heading back to his own room, but for his constantly firing mind it felt like a lot longer. Once in his room he wastes no time in stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed, his only adornment the bandanna to cover his ear tips. Then with a yawn and a stretch he curls up under the covers and falls asleep.
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