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Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Kwartz - 02-28-2018 Bored, bored, bored... Mother had been very clear that he was to remain within the stone boundary of the kingdom's heart. She was off on "kingdom business", whatever that meant. A lot of talking, saying one thing and meaning another. Politics, she called it. He snorted to himself, his one good eye rolling at nothing. Same old clearing. Same old rocks. Same old trees. And he was alone, as usual. He was the youngest member of Sylva, the only child of the queen, and the son of... someone. Mother didn't like talking about his father, had always changed the subject when he brought the topic up. When she had time for him, she told him stories of her homeland. He liked those stories. They were thrilling, filled with fierce battles and daring heroes, all taking place in blazing desert sands. One character in particular she liked to tell of, and her eyes got all peculiar and misty when she spoke of the fiery chestnut soldier. Sometimes, when he was particularly lonesome, he would pretend that the story-hero was his father, and would make up his own storied about the two of them and their adventures together. It was a bit ridiculous, of course. He looked nothing like mother's descriptions of the man. He didn't look much like mother either, so he figured he must favor his father. The wings though, he did share with his mother. He flexed the appendages thoughtfully. Such wonderful limbs, and he hardly ever got to use them properly. It was still early in the day, and mother wasn't likely to be back until evening. Why shouldn't he stretch his wings, actually see a bit of the kingdom he was supposed to love? Craning his neck about to check all sides of him, he flicked out the mottled expanses of his wings. His stomach roiled with excitement, thrilled with the idea of a bit of rebellion. He tried for mother, he really did. He loved the look she gave him when he played his part right, when he was her "perfect little prince". But he was a prince on a short leash, and he wanted to fly. So he did. He did not get much practice outside of mother's direct supervision, and so it took him a couple of tries to become airborne. Once his feet left the trees behind though, the half grown colt could not resist a victorious whoop. He swooped and skidded through the breeze, let himself be carried higher by a helpful updraft. The ground was lacy and delicate beneath him, a pretty patchwork world. Not being in the practice of flying much, he find himself growing tired before he was done with his adventure. He contented himself with landing on a rocky outcropping that looked over Sylva, tucked away in the southern mountain range. The breeze played with his hair, a cool counterpoint to the unseasonably warm autumn sun. Laying stretched out on his stone perch, the painted boy was happy enough to doze into a comfortable sleep. @[Klaudius] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Klaudius - 02-28-2018 Klaudius I was lightning, before the thunder @[Kwartz] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Kwartz - 02-28-2018 There is a clatter of hooves against the earth. It wakes the boy with a start, and he is soon on his feet, blind side guarded against the rock face behind him. The stranger had appeared from no where, or at least that's how it feels. And this was exactly the scenario Mother had spoken of over and over again. Her exact reason for telling him to stay in the shelter of their home. Urg. Why did she have to be right so much of the time? His indignance at the situation was short lived, however, as the stranger fully gained his attention. There was an odd intensity in the stranger's gaze, as though the boy was a riddle he was on the verge of having the answer for. He hadn't seen his own reflection well enough to recognize how well his clear right eye matched the stranger's mercurial irises. At the pale lavender man's question, his countenance took on a prideful air. The tilt of his head was a careful study of how his mother looked when she was in the heat of negotiation. "I am Prince Kwartz, son of Queen Sabra and heir of Sylva. Who are you?" He stated matter of factly, voice lifting defiantly at the end. He was royal to every last inch of his bearing. It did not cross his mind that proclaiming his identity to a stranger might be a foolhardy action. He was just happy to meet someone new. @[Klaudius] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Klaudius - 03-01-2018 Klaudius I was lightning, before the thunder @[Kwartz] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Kwartz - 03-02-2018 His narrow chest puffed out a bit at the grown up thinking he was important. He was important, wasn't he? It was why mother had so many rules for him. Why he was meant to stay within the kingdom unless he was with her. But she wasn't here now, and things were going alright? He had to admit though, there was something a little unsettling in the way the man was still staring at him. And the particular way he wanted to know where the splashed child's parents were. A bell of warning flickered in his mind at that. "Mother will be back soon. She's going to give me a flying lesson this afternoon, I'm supposed to be meeting her..." He shifted his hooves uncomfortably, not sure why he had fibbed. Mother didn't hold with fibbing, and he knew full well that his next lesson with mother wasn't until tomorrow morning. But for some reason, he didn't want it to be known that he was alone right now. His eye drifted over the tall man's face. Something was bothering him. Several somethings, actually. Who was this man? Why did he want to know where mother was? Maybe he was another one of those 'bassador people who kept visiting. He liked what color the man was. It reminded him of his own flashy coat, though solid and several shades lighter. His half grown tail flickered uncertainly, a vaguely worried look slowly coming over his princely features. "Sorry mister, but what did you say your name was?" He asked again, prideful countenance draining away in the wake of his confusion. It was often remarked on that the little prince was mature for his age. He didn't feel very grown up right now though. Right now he was rather plainly just a little boy well out of his depth. @[Klaudius] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Klaudius - 03-05-2018 Klaudius I was lightning, before the thunder @[Kwartz] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Kwartz - 03-14-2018 Getting the stranger's name makes him feel instantly better. It took the 'stranger' bit out. He smiled again up at the purple stallion. At Klaudius. He blinks at the suggestion of his new friend, but doesn't think it's a bad idea. He wouldn't be leaving the kingdom, after all. And mother was always having Lavendel show visitors around. It couldn't be that hard. He nodded happily, fluttering his wings. "C'mon then, I'll show you my favorite places! There's the stream, and the big rocks I jump off to practice flying, and the old riverbed where the old badger lives." He was animated again, excited with this new task. He prances in place, before remembering that he's a prince and is supposed to "act with more dignity". He stills again, content to just vibrate with energy, tie dyed tail swishing. As they set out, he positioned himself on Klaudius' right to cover his blind side, close enough for their wings to brush. It was how he walked with mother. "So what did you want to see mother about?" He asked, wanting to be involved. Kingdom politics were usually boring, but sometimes something interesting came up. Klaudius seemed like an interesting kind of horse. @[Klaudius] RE: Cat's in the cradle - Klaudius - Klaudius - 03-15-2018 Klaudius I was lightning, before the thunder @[Kwartz] |