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I scrolled and your pfp was staring at me and it caught me off guard *cries* XDXD
Kavan hit his head so hard once that he dreamed he was a loaf of bread.
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Lucian now has brown hair because I can’t stop imagining him like that so I might as well change it.
Lucian
When he heard the voice, he immediately straightened his posture and wiped some apple juice off of his lip with his thumb. A girl stood there, with a broom and a bucket sitting next to her. He stepped out of her way. “Carry on. I won’t get in the way of your work.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
George
George opened the stall door. She gave the mare a strong series of pats, then brushed a hand along the mare’s side, making sure the animal knew where the human was at all times. Spooking a new horse was a surefire way to get kicked.
Onyx’s coat already shone, catching the same glow that lit the stall’s wood grain walls. George got to work with a curry comb. Golden dust motes swirled in the air.
The prince kept out of the way, just as he had promised. He seemed content to stay quiet and share a snack with his pet. George snuck a few glimpses of him, but it was probably best not to get between him and a peaceful moment.
Taking care of royal steeds was a strange job. It was the same as any other stable job, but instead of helping out other normal people, the stable hands served influentials. Political influentials, industry influentials, cultural influentials. Some of these people had never been to a place like the academy in their lives, while there were others who already came from country estates.
George honestly liked the academy students. In a weird, observational sort of way. They were curious to watch from a distance. Even though they were so important, she couldn’t name any of them but one. That was the result of moving out of the suburbs and living in the country for so long.
George’s cat wandered in the open door. The cat had no fear of stables and massive animals, for she was a massive animal herself. Rugged, and almost twice the size of a normal barn cat, she owned a thick coat of dark fur. Tufts of fur adorned her ears.
She stopped next to the prince, blinked her lazy eyes, and began rubbing herself against his leg.
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Moth
They entered the archery range and Moth recognized most of what he saw – or, at the very least, could guess what things were for.
The range stretched on and gave room for plenty of boys to practice shooting all at once. Arrows were already flying. A satisfying thwacking sound went off at regular intervals; the arrows buried themselves in targets and vibrated slightly before their flight lost its power.
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Sorry I have been so slow with roleplays lately
Jack
“Two. A brother and a sister.” He snapped the book shut with one hand and put it back on the shelf. “You?”
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Lucian
“…Hello,” he said quietly to the cat. He hesitated a long moment, wrestling with his own self-consciousness, then crouched down to pet it. The cat was friendly, and leaned into the strokes. Eventually it got bored though, and slunk out of his reach, but still hovered in the same area. Lucian stood again and attempted to brush some of the cat hair off his outfit. He stole a glance at the girl tending to his horse. Onyx seemed perfectly at ease with her, as if two had known each other all their lives. That was good. The stable hand knew what she was doing.
“Are you the only stable hand working here?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
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George
“No. But I’m on duty today and I told the others I didn’t want them around.” George motioned vaguely towards the boy’s feet. “My cat doesn’t like everyone. You must be nice or interesting.”
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Lucian
“I’m not interesting.” Lucian pulled another apple out of his pocket and began polishing it with his sleeve. Onyx eyed it jealously. “But animals usually seem to like me anyways.” He watched the cat as it found a sunny spot to sit down. “What sort of cat is it? I haven’t seen one that big before.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
@koshka @whalekeeper I am having trouble writing for Ellis rn, so feel free to skip my turn. He’s just there
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
George
“She’s a Maine Coon.”
The cat began to close her eyes, but one of the horses let out a loud whinny, and the cat took offense. She flicked an ear grumpily, got up, and padded back to the boy and girl. She tensed her back haunches and leaped onto George’s back.
Luckily the stablehand had strong shoulders, wide enough to support such a pet. The cat draped herself over the stablehand’s back, like a giant fur coat, and closed her eyes.
George took the comb to Onyx’s front legs. She asked over her shoulder, “Got a name?”
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Lucian
Lucian smiled at the informality. At home it would have bothered him, but here it was a sort of relief, not being recognized.
“Lucian.” It felt odd leaving out the full title. “What’s yours?”
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George
“George.”
Lucian seemed like a quiet sort of person. Not loud or obnoxious. George could tolerate some people, like him, as long as they didn’t get in the way or catch her in a bad mood.
She might have to learn to tolerate everyone here, though. Not just from a distance. That wasn’t a fun thought.
She got up from brushing the horse’s legs and threw the soft brush in Lucian’s direction. “Think fast.”
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Lucian
Lucian caught the brush reflexively letting his apple fall and roll across the floor. He looked at it and then over at George, raising one eyebrow.
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