[PRP] To Train a Knight (Edana, Arthur, Claude, Layfaette)

[Kaefaux]

"C'mon now, don't start laggin' behind." Swift amber eyes danced viciously as the mare peered over her shoulder at her scowling brother. Oh yes, that touched a nerve. The pale colt bounded over the log he'd just been in the process of lightly climbing over, bolting past her with the sun glaring off his small patches of armor. Armor like their father's... Edana's own shimmering pieces served as a comfortable, sturdy weight on her neck and chest, a thin chain round her leg clanking softly yet another tie to her parents. The parents that had given Arthur permission to travel out this way in the first place.

With the proper escort, of course.

The thief kept her pace easy as she caught up with him, watching him with curious eyes as he stood stern and almost foreboding atop a mound of near frozen earth. "Don't tire yerself out, either. Ya really wanna look a mess when we get to 'em?" This got Arthur's pose to slack, slipping down from the dirt pile to walk carefully beside his big sister.

"We've been traveling for a few days now - never mind that stop in the two-legger village." His expression drew cross as he spoke of this - Edana wore a new puka shell necklace she'd 'acquired' while they stopped for food and water in the village. As interesting as it had been for him to watch those strange creatures, the fact she often went their for trinkets was... not something he was proud to be aware of. Especially since he'd been utterly powerless to stop her as he hadn't learned about it until she'd donned it a half a day's run from the site of the theft.

"Hey, we needed food. And why not get some of the treats they've got, eh?"

"You stole from them!"


Edana scowled. "Just a necklace, so shut up. Nothin' t' do with ya." He noticed her style of speech was changing, yet again. Spending far too much time with that Kione. A good friend... a horrible person to count on to keep her out of trouble. "Now don't look so glum, Arthy," she quickly started, making him glower even more at the use of that ridiculous nickname. "That was the last river we needed to cross t' get to Claude's. His place should be somewheres around here..." She trailed off, falling back into memories of Fearthainn's explanations and directions. Arthur had straightened himself, ears flicking each way to perhaps detect the one they sought. The knight who trained his eldest sister, the one his father sent him to now to continue his training. The thought of it all sent shivers down his spine... though they were hardly unpleasant in their source.

He was excited, he was anxious... and he was going to never travel with Edana again if they were lost. Their hooves crunched over the almost-but-not-quite frozen grass, the lake a glowing mirror to their right in the sunlight. Winter hadn't lost its grip on the world yet, but at least it looked like he would see his first spring soon enough. Pretty as it all was... her near empty look around didn't make him feel any better about it all, nor allow him to appreciate the scene and coming season change for what it all was.

 

[Sweenys_Revenge]

Lafayette had waited until the sun rose. He waited for what seemed like forever and he was patient. Well, as patient as you could ask a young foal to be, anyway. Now he crept up on his father who was fast asleep with his mother. Really, it was disgusting how in love they were. Lafayette didn't understand how anyone could stand each other for that long. He gently placed his hooves around his parents limbs and nipped at his fathers ear. "Dad... Dad... Daddaddaddaddad..."

Claude felt the surreal dream scape of colors and wavering and fading away. He tried as hard as he could to grasp onto the dew soaked grasses of the misty mountain top he was on with his mate. He tried to grasp onto the water glistening on her coat form the cool mountain stream. He himself was just about to join her when his son's voice pierced the air. He opened a lazy red eye and twitched his ear away from his son's little teeth again. "Whatwhat what what," he slurred sleepily, careful not to wake Istas.

"Arthur and his sister are coming over soon. You promised you'd help train us both." Lafayette puffed himself out, like he often did when he placed demands for his father. He deflated quickly, however, when his father raised an eye brow and towered over him by just lifting his head. "Please, dad?"

Claude chuckled at his son and nudged him gently. "Alright, alright, I'm up." Lafayette chortled and took of to make up his bed, one of the few manners he was able to make his son abide by so far. He gently took his wing back from Istas and wandered to drink from the lake. Like his mother, Claude was falling into a comfortable rhythm in his life. When he was younger the idea of monotony made him crazy, but now he felt he'd had quite enough adventure for one life time. Now all he wanted was to live in peace with his family.

Lafayette finished his work and ran to the edge of the encampment to wait for his friend. When the glitter of his armor glinted off the sun Lafayette whooped and dashed towards his friend. "Arthur!"

 

[Kaefaux]

At the sound of a familiar young voice, Arthur's ears perked, head lifting with a small grin. "Hullo, Lafayette," was his simple call of greeting, picking up his pace yet again to meet the pale colt. How strange that though he'd been friends with Lafayette for some time... he hadn't actually met his father, nor known said father had been his sister's trainer. How strange indeed. Edana still behind him, he trotted up to bump heads almost playfully with the other, smile a tad larger. "So how much trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"

Edana herself gave a laughing snort, moving past the foals to search for Claude. "Old man, I'll give ya credit for takin' on another kid. Ain't ya teachin' all three o'y'rs?" Her more thuggish, uneducated slang was creeping more and more into her daily linguistics, though the mare had been raised to a much higher standard than such mannerisms might let on. "Y'r mate alright with all this?" Not that she expected her brother to cause any fuss, but final confirmations were required of her to request by order of the parental units. Glancing back at the young boys, her smile widened. "Glad to know he'll be trainin' with his buddy." Her tail flicked, mind running over a small checklist. Arrive safe? Check. Drop off Arthur with everything in one piece and happy? Check. Ensure Claude and Istas were okay with all this? Check there, too.

"Is it true your mother knows another language?" Arthur questioned Lafayette, curious about something he'd overheard Ainn tell his parents. How had she come to know it? Had she been taught by another? Or known from birth? A few dozen questions buzzed around in his head, though he tried to keep them limited. All is answered in time with patience, after all.

At least, that's what he tried to remember.