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I will interact with Ellis either today or tomorrow
Ari is the most fiery kid ever. I love that for him. I don’t love whatever reason he’s so angry, but I don’t know that reason yet, so I am forced to withhold my thoughts.
He and Moth should be room neighbors. If you want. I think they’d balance each other well
Thanks. XD He’s just a scared little hedgehog with all the prickles out.
Sounds good to me!
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
love it!!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Wolfgang
A bright ringing laugh burst from him. “Tournaments are for knights, like in King Arthur’s day! We don’t have knights anymore. Well, the Brits do. I always wanted to go to England. But no, the Olympics is a huge competition that the best champions from every country in the world come to compete in. There are all sorts of things there. Reinhard likes the equestrian competitions best. Surely you’ve heard of the Olympics,” he added, lowering the sword. “Every country in the world sends champions to it.”
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
I’m amused that Wolfgang hasn’t connected the dots, especially considering Wilhelm’s 11th cent clothing, rooms, and culture. XD I know he thinks it’s impossible, but something should be tickling his subconscious by now.
Wilhelm
Either this boy was confused or Wilhelm was. Or perhaps both. The idea that knights were antiquated brought Wilhelm’s eyebrows together in a frown.
“I think this wëralt, this dominion of man between the heavens and the grave, is perhaps too large a place for one competition. My people would not travel such a distance for a game.” He took the opportunity to take his sword from Wolfgang. His heart beat steadier once there was no danger of his head getting lopped off in a misfortuneate swing. “It would be interesting if we could, though. Is your sword made for these games?”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Callum
Somewhere in Callum’s echoing headspace, Ellis’ voice rose to the surface. It took a minute to process everything he said. He was friendly. Understanding, even.
It was rather dark outside, and crickets had begun their evening song, but lamps lit up the bench from either side. The lights were like splotches of butter-colored paint, melting into the cobbled path.
Callum blinked until the world didn’t look like watercolor anymore. He said the first thing that came to mind. “A dog.”
“What?” Ellis asked. Judging by his tone, he probably thought the other boy was still half knocked out.
“I had a dog instead of a babysitter, but… I was told I could manage without her while I’m here. Clearly accidents are still going to happen. You… said you have visions?”
Wolfgang is far too scatterbrained. If anything he thinks it’s a costume or interesting traditional clothing. That boy doesn’t stop to breathe, let alone think things out like this.
Wolfgang
“Wining the Olympics is one of the highest honors! I would love to fence in them, but I’m not sure that I would be skilled enough. Most champions train since they were very little children, and I only began a few years ago. But, I am good enough to beat Reinhard!” he chuckled at this.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Lol. He might need to learn to notice details if he’s going to lead a rebellion.
Also don’t remember if they already talked about family. Maybe I need to keep better track of details.
I kind of spoke for Wolfgang, but I tried to write it so you could change his lines as you like.
Wilhelm
“Reinhard is…?” Wilhelm looked back from hanging his great sword above the fireplace. He left the question of “highest honor” alone. Wolfgang’s nation was beyond his desire to understand.
The window to his right was dark with a lavender evening. The curfew bell would probably toll soon. Unfortunately, Wilhelm was no longer tired. Adrenaline was running too high in his blood for sleep to come any time soon.
“Reinhard is my brother. My older brother…” Wolfgang was still standing beside the table, talking as if they had all the time in the world. Wilhelm relaxed until his weight was balanced evenly and his breath was soft.
“I have an older brother too. Otto. He’s a squire of the body now, one of the bachelors. He is stronger than I, but I can usually win a bout or two. Speaking of which-” On impulse, he pulled out a training sword, one almost identical to his arming sword except for being blunt, and spun to face Wolfgang.
“Would you like to fetch your sword and have a bout of our own?”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
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