Re: Reflection - Chapter 2.2
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March 14 2010, 07:26:08 UTC
The shorter man smiled, faint amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Really? He hasn’t been too much trouble?”
Arthur moved aside, allowing Peter’s guardian to walk in and shut the door behind him. “…About the same. Have you come to check in on his progress?”
“That… and the war. Have you heard?”
Arthur took Tino’s coat from him and hung it on the peg in the entryway. “Yes… the north took Vertfield. To think they have already come that far inland…” The two walked down the hall, Arthur leading him to the sitting room. “I’m actually glad you have come. I haven’t told Peter yet but… I’ve received a draft summons.”
Tino found an empty seat in one of the plush, red velvet chairs. “I was wondering when they would start targeting wizards. In fact-“
Peter stormed into the room, setting the teapot on the table, along with two cups and saucers. “Tino~!” The boy threw his arms around the older man. “It’s been forever since you last came!”
“It’s only been two weeks,” Arthur corrected; he leaned forward from his seat opposite of Tino and poured the tea, immediately noticing various missing objects. “Peter, the milk-”
The boy heaved a sigh, extracted his arms from around Tino’s neck and ran back to the kitchen.
“-And the scones!” Arthur shook his head in dismay. “The boy would forget his own head if it weren’t already attached.”
Tino chuckled softly. “Yes, he’s always been that way.” The chuckling died away, his face turning more serious. “Arthur… about the summons-”
“-There’s nothing to worry about. I won’t take him with-“
“-I want him to go with you.”
Arthur paused, cold surprise striking him. “…Come again?”
“I think it would be… very good for him to continue his apprenticeship with you during the war.”
“But…” Arthur set the delicate cups upon their respective saucers. “Tino… I… are you sure? He’s just a boy, I don’t think-“
“It will be good for him to see the world. I have faith in your ability to keep him from harm.”
“I-…” Arthur swallowed. “Well… if you insist.”
“What?” Peter came into the room once again, carrying a glass of milk and a plate full of half-burnt scones. “We’re… going to war?”
Tino stared at his adoptive son, hands clasped together in his lap. “And you’re to go with Arthur.”
“But- but what about Berwald-“
“-Berwald agrees with me, Peter.”
Arthur remained silent, choosing to take the milk and scones away from the boy before they ended up on the floor, and placed them on the table. Immediately, he prepared the tea, stirring the milk in each cup thoroughly.
Peter frowned. “…Did… did I do something wrong?”
“No, no. Of course not,” Tino reassured. “But we feel that it would be for the best. Not as a punishment, but as a… learning experience. Oikea?”(1)
Arthur took a slow mouthful of tea, savoring the taste before swallowing. “We will be with the infantry up in the northern forests. You will be able to meet many new people and see new places.”
Arthur moved aside, allowing Peter’s guardian to walk in and shut the door behind him. “…About the same. Have you come to check in on his progress?”
“That… and the war. Have you heard?”
Arthur took Tino’s coat from him and hung it on the peg in the entryway. “Yes… the north took Vertfield. To think they have already come that far inland…” The two walked down the hall, Arthur leading him to the sitting room. “I’m actually glad you have come. I haven’t told Peter yet but… I’ve received a draft summons.”
Tino found an empty seat in one of the plush, red velvet chairs. “I was wondering when they would start targeting wizards. In fact-“
Peter stormed into the room, setting the teapot on the table, along with two cups and saucers. “Tino~!” The boy threw his arms around the older man. “It’s been forever since you last came!”
“It’s only been two weeks,” Arthur corrected; he leaned forward from his seat opposite of Tino and poured the tea, immediately noticing various missing objects. “Peter, the milk-”
The boy heaved a sigh, extracted his arms from around Tino’s neck and ran back to the kitchen.
“-And the scones!” Arthur shook his head in dismay. “The boy would forget his own head if it weren’t already attached.”
Tino chuckled softly. “Yes, he’s always been that way.” The chuckling died away, his face turning more serious. “Arthur… about the summons-”
“-There’s nothing to worry about. I won’t take him with-“
“-I want him to go with you.”
Arthur paused, cold surprise striking him. “…Come again?”
“I think it would be… very good for him to continue his apprenticeship with you during the war.”
“But…” Arthur set the delicate cups upon their respective saucers. “Tino… I… are you sure? He’s just a boy, I don’t think-“
“It will be good for him to see the world. I have faith in your ability to keep him from harm.”
“I-…” Arthur swallowed. “Well… if you insist.”
“What?” Peter came into the room once again, carrying a glass of milk and a plate full of half-burnt scones. “We’re… going to war?”
Tino stared at his adoptive son, hands clasped together in his lap. “And you’re to go with Arthur.”
“But- but what about Berwald-“
“-Berwald agrees with me, Peter.”
Arthur remained silent, choosing to take the milk and scones away from the boy before they ended up on the floor, and placed them on the table. Immediately, he prepared the tea, stirring the milk in each cup thoroughly.
Peter frowned. “…Did… did I do something wrong?”
“No, no. Of course not,” Tino reassured. “But we feel that it would be for the best. Not as a punishment, but as a… learning experience. Oikea?”(1)
Arthur took a slow mouthful of tea, savoring the taste before swallowing. “We will be with the infantry up in the northern forests. You will be able to meet many new people and see new places.”
That brought a smile to Peter’s face.
“Well… alright.”
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