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aureliaofarista

Littles on Marketday

May 04, 2009 16:47

Khil, Les, and Max, Aristan Foundlings, age 11, walked side-by-side in the marketplace, their steps matching so perfectly one would never think that just a few months before, the physicians had said Khil'd never walk straight again. Even the livid-but-not-fresh scars on their right arms matched ( Read more... )

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slaveprince May 4 2009, 23:36:19 UTC

With a nervous look to Luc - Aristan Rules are still new to him, after all - Val approaches the group of children. Coming up from behind, he rests his hands lightly on Khil's shoulders, giving a reassuring but subtle squeeze. "Are we ok, guys? Need my help with anything?" Asked so casually, he might be asking about the skateboards, were it not for his best 'I disapprove of you, and can kick your scrawny ass' Look leveled at Funny Guy.

aureliaofarista May 5 2009, 00:03:54 UTC

Funny guy starts to look a bit intimidated.

"Oh, we're fine, thank you," Les says politely.
"If there were anything that was really worth doing," Max adds.
"We'd do it ourselves," Khil finishes, still frowning but the tension fading from his shoulders at the touch.

Funny guy kind of freezes for a moment, there, and the boys find his expression highly satisfying. But he manages to pull himself together and, well, now that his pride is wounded.... He looks at Val, tries to work up some snootiness again, spots the weird taste in jewelry, and asks... "Aren't you a little old for an amulet?" It only starts occur to him once he's said it that he really considers the implications of mouthing off to a an adult with that insignia...and his eyes start to show it again.

slaveprince May 5 2009, 00:28:03 UTC

Val smiles. Oh yes he does. But that smile doesn't get anywhere near his eyes. On anyone but Val, that smile would probably be called Evil.

"Oh, it isn't an amulet. Just a reminder that if I get out of hand, I'll answer to the Guards."

aureliaofarista May 5 2009, 00:43:22 UTC

And somebody blinks a lot before swallowing hard, muttering 'sorry,' and scampering to the surprised woman a ways away now.

The scarred-handed trio look up at Val, grinning. "The look on his face." Foundling Surround Sound again.
"That was the best not-threatening-someone ever, 'cept when the General or Her Majesty does it," Khil comments.
"He might actually stay gone this time," Les adds.

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