02-28-2018, 11:51 PM
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]
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]