Beðungum (or: Tempus ut lavaretur)

[pendraeg]

Who: Uther and Chase and Eilonwy and Gwydion. And Old Lace.
What: Bathtime
When: Immediately after the Abstract discovery thread.
Where: The Castle

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[chaseandoldlace]

Aware that he was still missing the significance of Gwydion's choice, Chase beamed nonetheless-- he knew that stags were a heraldic symbol though it had never occurred to him why the creatures were important.

"Nothing wrong with Bambi, he grows up to be Prince of the Forest," In a sudden flash of understanding, the two concepts linked. "Wasn't there something about a white stag when you come from?" He asked Uther, hoisting Elionwy out of the tub and wrapping her in a lush white towel that despite his most valiant efforts with the washcloth still came away grey and dingy in splotches. Claws scraped at the shower door and Chase leaned over to open it just enough to turn off the water--making sure the door was still mostly closed as both creatures shook themselves vigorously-- two ponderous tails thumped against the tile walls as a spray of water collided with the frosted glass.

"Or should we save the white stag for story time?" Chase enjoyed story time for several reasons: the first was that it was the best way to learn about the world Uther had come from. Though simplistic, the stories were always fun and easy to remember; the second reason was that Chase got to tell stories from his own time on occasion, some of which he even got to be the hero of on occasion.

Of course, story time also meant bedtime was imminent-- a prospect that the twins never greeted happily.

"But I'm not ti----red." Elionwy attempted through a soft, dreary-eyed yawn. "Can't we stay up?"

Chase shook his head from his place behind Elionwy, having turned her to face one of two floor length mirrors on either side of the sink as he toweled her hair dry, brushed it, and whipped it into a quick, messy braid for sleeping. The braid was a habit he'd gotten into with Molly. Even exhausted from using her powers she'd toss in her sleep and wake up with the beginning of dreadlocks if no one braided her hair.

"Sorry princess, there's still a royal bedtime for both of you."

Elionwy huffed and seemed to resign herself to this inevitability with a pout. "Can the story be a long one?"