Post by Eurydice on Apr 20, 2008 10:51:32 GMT -5
((Short and sweet. The Sakis twins are love.))
Only a soft glow of shaded lantern light lit the tastefully furnished room. The muffled sound of crickets chirping outside was the only sound heard in the night. Paintings of fruits and flowers hung from the walls, and Lagoon, laying on his bedroll spread on the floor, found himself drifting closer and closer to sleep.
The twins, Maura, Lady Amiel, and Catalina had stopped at the Dancing Dove Inn on their way to Mirdral. After traveling nearly the entire day, they'd enjoyed a pleasant dinner and decided to turn in early. Lady Amiel and Maura were sharing the room next door, while Cloche and Catalina shared the bed in Lagoon's room. Catalina had already fallen asleep; her breathing was even and deep.
As Lagoon lay there in a sleepy daze, a thought crossed his mind that truly puzzled him, and he found himself wrestling with a question that should have had a simple answer.
Perhaps it was better to simply ask.
“Hey Cloche,” he whispered. He heard a shift of covers on the bed. “Cloche, are you awake?”
His sister shifted again. “Hmm?” She sounded slightly annoyed and very sleepy.
Lagoon turned over to face the bed, still laying on his bedroll, eyes still closed. “I have a question.”
Cloche shifted again under the covers and yawned. “Ask it Brother, so that I may sleep in peace,” she said sleepily.
Lagoon cleared his throat and whispered, “When you get married, is the guy you marry going to end up being the Traitor King?”
There was a long silence, and Lagoon worried for a moment that Cloche had fallen asleep. Just as he was about to call out her name again, she answered him, still sleepy, though she sounded amused. “No, dear brother, he will not. He will be the Traitor Prince-Consort.” She yawned. “Good night.”
Lagoon smiled. “G'night Cloche.”
Only a soft glow of shaded lantern light lit the tastefully furnished room. The muffled sound of crickets chirping outside was the only sound heard in the night. Paintings of fruits and flowers hung from the walls, and Lagoon, laying on his bedroll spread on the floor, found himself drifting closer and closer to sleep.
The twins, Maura, Lady Amiel, and Catalina had stopped at the Dancing Dove Inn on their way to Mirdral. After traveling nearly the entire day, they'd enjoyed a pleasant dinner and decided to turn in early. Lady Amiel and Maura were sharing the room next door, while Cloche and Catalina shared the bed in Lagoon's room. Catalina had already fallen asleep; her breathing was even and deep.
As Lagoon lay there in a sleepy daze, a thought crossed his mind that truly puzzled him, and he found himself wrestling with a question that should have had a simple answer.
Perhaps it was better to simply ask.
“Hey Cloche,” he whispered. He heard a shift of covers on the bed. “Cloche, are you awake?”
His sister shifted again. “Hmm?” She sounded slightly annoyed and very sleepy.
Lagoon turned over to face the bed, still laying on his bedroll, eyes still closed. “I have a question.”
Cloche shifted again under the covers and yawned. “Ask it Brother, so that I may sleep in peace,” she said sleepily.
Lagoon cleared his throat and whispered, “When you get married, is the guy you marry going to end up being the Traitor King?”
There was a long silence, and Lagoon worried for a moment that Cloche had fallen asleep. Just as he was about to call out her name again, she answered him, still sleepy, though she sounded amused. “No, dear brother, he will not. He will be the Traitor Prince-Consort.” She yawned. “Good night.”
Lagoon smiled. “G'night Cloche.”