Leto had pulled the chair up next to the window. He leaned the baliset against his shoulder, and after adjusting the tuning a little he struck a few chords. Then there was a silence while he roamed through his memories for a tune to play, and eventually he found an old Fremen song, possibly lost to the people of his day. He played it slowly at ( Read more... )

Yesterday had been pleasant, if a little odd. Leto knew now he should have paid more attention to the warning signs. And after Alice's reaction this morning he decided that he shouldn't leave his room if he didn't have to. That was provided his roommate wasn't around, because clearly Arthur's presence would make the plan a lot less effective.

He had ( Read more... )

Leto opened his eyes slowly, stretching his arms. He blinked a few times, yawned, then pushed himself up to half-sitting. There had been dreams, pleasant ones for once, but they kept evading his memory. But it didn't matter. He smiled to himself. He felt happy, oddly content and restless at the same time, and not at all sleepy.

Slipping out of bed, ( Read more... )

Having received permission from his roommate to have sole disposal of their room, Leto had asked Alice to accompany him. He pushed the door open and tugged her hand lightly as he entered.

"A little more private than a common room," he commented.

[For Alice!]

Leto glared at Merlin the merlin , who sat perched on the half-open door to the cupboard. Arthur's currently bird-shaped manservant had seen fit to tear up some of his notebooks, for some reason, which didn't make Leto in any better a mood. As if sharing a room with said bird wasn't enough! At the back of his mind there were also the nagging ( Read more... )

Leto was relieved to wake up as his usual self. Being six year old had been just like he remembered it - people treated him like a child. He had to admit that there hadn't been many who had been afraid of him, and at least that was something.

He rolled on to his back, yawning. Actually, he had managed to get served in the bar, which was a little odd ( Read more... )

Leto yawned and stretched. At first he paid little attention to the fact that he was sharing the bed with a girl; he and Ghanima could stay awake all night talking often enough. But looking closer, this wasn't his twin sister, which meant he was likely to have to deal with child-like behaviour.

It was part of the curse of being Pre-Born: With the ( Read more... )

Leto was tuning the baliset, relieved that the instrument now seemed to have adapted to a colder and more humid climate. And after all, this was more what it had originally been used to. Caladan was nothing like Arrakis.

Satisfied that the intrument was now in tune, he began to play a slow and melancholy tune that came from somewhere in his memories ( Read more... )

Yesterday had turned out surprisingly enjoyable, considering there had been an invasion. Leto had returned to the room late, and it had taken quite a while to get cleaned up considering he had been covered in blood and dirt. Now he was composing another unsendable letter to his sister at home, describing it in detail. It included quite a few ( Read more... )

Leto glanced out of the window. He sat at his desk, composing another unsendable letter to Ghanima, but told himself he ought to leave the room before he got too lost in thoughts and too tired of hearing his ancestors' opinions. Writing these letters had become a habit, and it was almost like a diary. As he wrote in a form of what was now called ( Read more... )