Rotem:
Eran would wake to a large nose nudging gently against his side. It was just barely daybreak, the cubs were all being taken to begin their morning lessons. Eran was still young for the training. Even then...he was disabled. It would be his choice rather than his duty to attend the training classes. Otherwise, he'd make a fine sage. "Wake up now," Rotem stood himself up and smiled down on the cub.
Eran:
The young prince stirred, refusing to wake up after the first few nudges, but eventually giving in and yawned as he sat up. He opened his unseeing eyes and looked in the general direction of where his father's voice had come. "Good morning.." he said, though partially interrupted by a yawn. Eran stood up and gave his small body a good little stretch before walking toward the King. "Why so early Father?" the prince asked.
Rotem:
"Well, the others are getting up. It's only fair that you get up as well." He reached down with a paw and lifted the cup up onto his paws. Adara would be out with the lionesses, so it was Rotem who would give the young prince his morning bath. Not that he minded.
Eran:
As soon as he felt his father's paw lift him up, he already knew what to expect. And, while a part of him didn't mind so much, the other part was screaming for release. His deaded...morning bath. Eran let his father's reply die as he started to slightly struggle with his father's grip. "Father.." he said between bouts of trying to get free. "I'm already clean! Mother cleaned me last night before we went to sleep!"
Rotem:
"I'm sorry, mother's orders." He winked, though the cub wouldn't see, it was becoming a force of habbit, "You know the drill. If you're not spotless when she comes back you get an even longer bath later on." He finished up with long lick along the top of the cub's head down to his back. "There you are."
Eran:
He shuddered when his father finally finished, shaking his head a bit to get rid of the strange feeling all over his body. "Well...at least it's shorter than mother's baths.." And he said this with a small smirk. "Have the others already been given their baths?" he asked, referring to his littermates. It wouldn't be fair if he'd been the only one, after all.
Rotem:
"Of course they have." He stood himself up and turned to walk himself out of their den. The 'den' was a former human establishment, the floors were made of smoothe stone that kept comfortably cool under the shade of the organized roof. Here and there, a pillar had crumbled and provided an excelent playplace for the young cubs, "Come along now. We'll get you something to drink."
Eran:
"Alright.." he replied, following his father's voice. He'd already gotten used to using his ears to make his way around his home, which luckily for him he'd had enough incidents to know where every single boulder lie. Eran's ears twitched, concentrating on the sound of his father's paws hitting the stone beneath them, and he padded along beside the large lion once he'd caught up. "So why are we up so early Father?"
Rotem:
"Well, you're old enough to leave the den. All the other cubs are leaving the den in the morning to train. I don't want you to feel left out." He walked slowly, keeping an eye on the cub as they walked. It wasn't uncommon for him to trip on something or for a rock to sneak up on him sometimes.
