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Ari
“A what?” he yelled, eyes squeezed shut. Moth laughed.
“Me neither! It is a fun ride, is it not?”
Fun wasn’t the work he would have chosen, but it was certainly exciting, as long as he didn’t slip and die. Much like tying himself behind a dozen wild horses and hoping he didn’t end up dragged to a pulp.
Honestly, he might have preferred the horses.
Moth let loose a shriek that ran ice in Ari’s blood. He clung to creature and boy as all was wrenched up and forwards—
Calm. Wind rushed past Ari’s ears, ruffling his tousled hair. He slowly opened his eyes. Soft light touched the grass below them and gilded the rolling fog. The rolling clouds.
Ari lifted his head. The creatures around him gleamed silver and white under a pale moon. They were flying.
Flying.
His heart lurched, breath hitched. The wind stung his eyes till tears leaked out down his cheeks. Moth’s threads of white magic still held them in place though it he boy looked unconcious.
So this is what an eagle sees.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Hey, it’s not as weird as some of the things that have happened when our very different fantasy realms mix. (
I don’t know either)A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
You don’t like worms?? Oh no!! XD I didn’t stop to think you might be squeamish.
Lol. XP
Ari
Breath in his throat, ears ringing. No time to think. He dove for Moth’s outstretched hand.
Not that he didn’t think. But with all the blood, slime, and darkness, this could easily get beyond what he’d ever want to think of again.
Still, he wrapped his fingers around the smaller boy’s wrist in a desperate grip. The rest of his body clung to the squirming creature.
He might not come out of this adventure. But then, he was going to die one day anyway.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
This is literally a childhood nightmare of mine. Wormmmmmssss…=|
I am quite content with whatever length you prefer to write. :]
Yay. XD
Ari
Ah. So this is what Moth had meant by squeamish. Wonderful.
Worms didn’t eat living creatures, did they? He watched the glistering beasts, hand on his dagger, eyes darkly livid. Daring one to try and take a bite.
His brothers were never going to believe him. He wasn’t sure if he would have either if–
Something brushed his leg. Something that left a smear of slime. Ari let out a feral hiss.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
And that was a very short reply to such a beautifully long role play. I shall aspire to do better.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
Thunder rolling in the earth quivered up from his feet to his spine. The ground shook, cracked. Changed.
Ari swore–fervently. He had the sense that more devout people would have prayed. But considering they were all dead…
He swore again. Whatever worms had to do with this, he sure hoped they weren’t as big as the “fiddling”.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
That was…oddly specific. And like nothing he’d heard of before. Goblins usually ate their captives.
If he didn’t already prefer having his eyes and tongue inside his head, being lost to his family was almost appealing. He shrugged.
“That sounds uncomfortable. So what are doing?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Erp. If this was a generation or two later, you’d really freak him out. As it is…
Ari
His eyes narrowed, but in confusion not anger.
“Human?” He shook his head. Another word he didn’t quite know the meaning of. “Do you mean mortal, children of the cursed? Or just the dust born in general?”
And what did his creation heritage have to do with fairies? He took a step back. Come to think of it, this boy didn’t look much like the twiggy tree folk he’d seen paintings of. Of course, those were known for petty mischief and at worst thievery, but Moth had sounded… amused? Sinister?
Maybe this was some sort of mischief. Ari shook his head as if that might clear it.
“If that’s a joke, pardon me. I don’t get it.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
XD
Ari
Moth disappeared through the roof in a last swirl of gold and dust. Silence settled in the shadows.
He hadn’t realized how much the bright younger boy had chased those shadows away. At least for a little while. Ari turned his back on the darkened room.
Time to break curfew. Again. The stairs creaked under his feet as he wound his way back to the fairy’s room. He paused with a hand on the door latch, listening to the sounds from the hall. There weren’t many.
The door gave surprisingly little protest as he slid past. A dim lamp glittered at the end of the hall. Murmers drifted from behind closed doors. Ari slipped across the hall and into his own room.
Evening cast the place in a dim echo of dark wood floors and furniture. A light burned in another room leaving an outline of the doorway. He ignored it in favor of a curtain smothered window.
He had always loved climbing. Most boys do. This was a particularly thrilling sort of climbing: the forbidden. Hands gripping the sill, he swung out the window.
There were security guards who watched the grounds, but Ari was already well familiar with their routes. Just the same, he took a moment hanging from the window to find the nearest beat.
Then it was a matter of swapping footholds and handholds while hoping not to fall.
Physician visits were dreadfully embarrassing.
Almost there.
His feet landed on solid ground. Specifically the dry mulch behind a row of hedges. He crouched a bit behind the cover as he walked. No reason to get caught right now.
A few lights still flickered in windows–especially bedrooms–and their glow cast enough shadows to hide his movement. Ari felt his heartbeat calm. He looked up at the thin wisps of fog drifting over the roof. Glimmers of moonlight lit them up. Ari straightened unconsciously.
By the time he’d rounded the last corner and spotted Moth, he was practically strolling.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
If it helps, he does eventually figure things out and have a relatively happy life.
Ari
Squeamish? He hesitated a moment, considering what that was supposed to mean. He’d hunted and cleaned deer, helped in the stables, and patched up uncountable injuries of his own. He’d even helped burry a few of his father’s political enemies, as unappealing as that had been.
But he had nearly lost his stomach when his little brother broke an arm. Surely one occasion of weakness didn’t count against him. The kid had been five years old and himself only sixteen.
He stood up, already plotting his way out of his bedroom window.
“Not typically. And nobody’s enforcing my curfew with magic lines around the door.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari… Are you ok?
Eh….XD I’ll let you come to your own conclusions.
Ari
Collecting stories. He followed Moth’s gaze up to the hole in the roof. Here he was, sitting on another boy’s floor, talking about stories like they were something you could gather up in a box.
Maybe they were. Maybe you could.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind. How do you collect stories?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ahhhhh it atenmy reply.
Ari
Adventures…in his world those usually included being tied up or locked in a closet. Or that’s what his brother’s called it. He had a feeling that wasn’t the type Moth was thinking about.
He licked the honey off his fingers, considering. Not much light filtered through the small square in the roof. Not even a glimpse of the night sky was visible. Just fog.
He should break curfew more often and more for the sight of the stars than the amusement of annoying the staff.
“What sort of stories?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
This fairie King liked asking questions.
“Well, I…” He paused. What was left? His half-brothers were good at everything that mattered–warriors, diplomats, judges– “Haven’t really thought about it. What do you like to do?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari
Breaf and honey. His mouth curved up despite himself. He took the food.
“I don’t think so, or at least…”
At least, not compared to the legends of his dead cousins.
“… Not yet.”
His fingers burned at the remembered thrum of wood, sinew, and feather singing from shot and shot. He shoved a bite of bread into his mouth to distract himself.
“This is good. Thank you.”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
“Depends on how you define friends. There’s a fellow in archery that doesn’t seem to mind practicing with me.”
“People usually don’t stick around after our first meeting.” Although, he didn’t typically end up sitting on a student’s bedroom floor talking about family and friends. He studied the dust swirling around them.
How did he get here?
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
