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Ellis
Someone sat down across from Ellis making him glance up from his tea. He squinted in confusion as a feeling of recognition hit him. He leaned forward a bit.
“Excuse me, have we met before?”
Immediately he regretted the question as he took in the boy’s wings and feathery antennae. Of course they didn’t know each other. How could he have forgotten meeting someone so strange? He sipped his tea, willing the pain in his head to go away. Headaches made him stupid.
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Moth
The boy across the table had white hair and a strange mark upon his forehead. His expression was very slightly strained, as if he were in pain, although his voice was pleasant.
“I don’t think so.” The faerie princeling tilted his head in response. “Although if you like, I can pretend I’ve known you forever.”
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What kind of information would the school have on file about the students?
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That’s a good question
Probably a little more than the students would be comfortable with. Not like, super classified information, but certainly information about their family, royal conflicts, a little about how they were raised, and probably predictions about what they will accomplish in the future.
But you can decide what you want them to know. In my characters’ cases, they would know nothing about Moth, because he’s basically been off the grid his whole life. But they would know a whole lot about Remi.
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Ellis
“No, that’s alright.” Ellis smiled crookedly. “We can just try this again. I’m Ellis. Prince Ellis Stormwatcher if you want to be formal. Pleased to meet you.”
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@whalekeeper cool cool
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Moth
“If you say so.” Moth bowed his head and pressed his hand to his chest. “I am the Moth Prince. Son desiderium, child of nobody. It is nice to meet you, Ellis.”
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Ellis
A wave of recognition hit Ellis again. He distracted himself for a bit with his breakfast. Something about the Moth Prince kept him glancing up. It was like there was something important he had to tell him, but couldn’t remember what it was. As he ate, the pain in his head began to fade.
“Are you a fairie?” He suddenly found himself asking.
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Moth
“Mhm. You can call me Moth. That’s not my real name, and I’m a faerie, not really a moth at all, but… I am rapidly digressing. Do you feel alright?”
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@everone-surrounding-my-boy
This poor kid is getting pushed to his limits.
Ari
Another stranger seated himself beside Ari. The boy appeared to take belated notice of his unwanted presence, but only muttered an incomprehensible apology. Ari’s fingers dug into the callused skin of his palms. The bright haired boy at his left let out a laugh that rattled the table.
That was it. Eyes turning black, his insides coiled to either lash out or spring away from this wretchedly surrounded seat.
He froze. The tension building in his chest loosened as a pale golden person flitted into the hall. Moth. The fairy looked well if a bit overwhelmed. No trace of a limp or shadow of pain followed his quick step. Ari met his blue-eyed gaze and nodded to Moth’s raised hand. A light came back to his eyes. He watched Moth settled into a seat and carefully surveied those seated near him.
Something brushed his sleeve. Ari jerked back to see a servant reaching to refill his coffee cup. He shook his head.
“Bring me a glass of wine. Sweet spiced wine.”
The servant’s brow furrowed, but he bowed and darted off. Ari pushed his half-eaten plate of flatbread away from him.
At least his new neighbor wasn’t making much noise. His eyes wandered off towards Moth. He could endure a few more minutes of people. Make sure he didn’t miss an opportunity to use his fists.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ellis
“Headache. Is it obvious? I am trying to be cheerful.” He winced slightly as someone nearby clattered a plate a bit too loudly.
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lol poor Ari
(I say as if I didn’t intentionally put Lois there to aggravate him)
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
I like how you can just spell the word fairy pretty much however you want in the English language. It’s just whatever fits the vibes.
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Well of course.
This is actually so accurate I’m almost crying. XD
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
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