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@elisha-starquill Ooh… I like Racleva’s character so far! (Is it ra-CLEE-va?) And is she a wolf or a person? Or in-between? The way you describe her, she could be either.. This is gonna get interesting quite soon I see 😛   Lucas has zero magic in his world. The only difference is he lives in the mid-1800s, as opposed to present day. So I’m not quite sure yet what his reaction is gonna be when Racleva uses her fire powers 😀

And I agree with Ariella about the dark throne room comment 😀

@ariella-newheart Yes! It’s awesome! (And thanks! I always feel like I give too much detail, but I’m particular about how I describe my charries XD )

Yay! Ah, yes, I suppose he would.

Ok so I just read yours, and I was grinning all the way through! I love it! (And I feel so sorry for Caedon because like he felt like he’d be turned away?? *cries* ) And I love Caedon thinking it was a ghost, and then when you say “..and spoke for the benefit of any other ghosts.” That’s awesome XD

You did fine with Lucas! And his reaction to the thunder is perfect! He hates feeling scared, and hates showing it even more.

(y’all will notice that in my last bit, I have a couple [things] like that. I meant to either take them out or think of something to put there, but I’ll leave it open in case I need Lucas to have a [thing] later 😛 )

@christlover I guess you can bring in as many as you want? I’d say it’s up to the author. I, personally, don’t think I can manage more than one or two at a time, so I’m sticking with Lucas for now, at least until I think I can keep up with two. But Ariella would have to answer that for sure lol.

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Lucas sipped his coffee and watched Caedon bow his head for a minute, then all but inhale three biscuits and the milk. The boy sighed contentedly and relaxed some. Food had a tendency to do that to people.

“Do you live here, Mr. McAsgain?”

He wouldn’t ask that if he’s from this place.

Lucas’ theory began to take on more shape. He shook his head.

“No, I arrived here under mysterious circumstances. One moment I was sitting at my desk working on a new calligraphy technique and the next I was here.”

“That’s just what happened to me! Only…” Caedon paused, and seemed to not want to continue. “I was listening to my sister recite a poem.”

“You have a sister?”

Caedon nodded stiffly. “Two. Both younger.”

Lucas sensed he’d stepped onto forbidden ground, and chose to remain silent. The fire crackled, and Caedon reached for another biscuit. The air changed and became chilly, as the wind outside that had before been gently caressing the stones picked up, seeping through the windows and waving the curtains.

“A storm is coming,” said Caedon, quietly. “They say that the Wind’s horses spark lightning from their hooves as they gallop across the clouds. Their hoofbeats are the thunder.”

Poetic. Quite poetic.

A clap of thunder sounded, and Lucas twitched slightly, his face tightening as much as he’d let it. He’d never quite healed from Connal’s practical joke. Lucas watched Caedon walk to a window and stand there, looking outside fearlessly, even as lightning split open the night sky and thunder crackled again. Lucas wasn’t ready for that second thunderclap and nearly spilled his coffee into his lap. He was glad the boy’s back was turned.

Why do you care, Lucas? Why do you care how the boy sees you?

Because I care about him.

I see that, but remember your vow?

Shut up. That was for something different.

But it still applies. What if Caedon is struck by lightning, standing there by that window? What if he dies? He has sisters, Lucas. He has a family. It would be your fault if he never saw them again.

Shut up.

Lucas frowned. He hated those arguments with himself, especially if he was right. No, if the “himself” he was arguing with was right. That was still himself, though. Lucas shook his head to clear it. He wouldn’t gain anything by trying to unravel these paradoxes. But he was right. He was becoming too attached to the boy. That was bad. Especially since, if they ever got back home, they’d probably never see each other again.

Just stop feeling so much affection towards him. It’s that simple.

It isn’t, though. If I do that; if I begin to put space between us, I’ll hurt his feelings.

Lucas shut out the voices in his head. If he got started on that argument, he’d end up going in circles.

Caedon was still by the window. Lucas steeled his nerves and forced his feet to take him nearer the boy; and nearer the raging storm outside. Even though the walk to the window was only about ten feet, he had to stop often and once nearly lept back to his chair. By the time he reached Caedon, Lucas had one fist closed tight, his nails digging into his palm, and a few beads of sweat were on his upper lip.

He had to make an effort not to speak through clenched teeth. “Please come back and sit.”

Caedon looked up at Lucas for a moment, then nodded and went towards the middle of the room to study a few items on one of the tables, munching on another biscuit. Lucas drew the curtains closed with one hard jerk, and was about to close the ones on the other window, when he saw Caedon’s look of disappointment. Swallowing, Lucas left the curtains there open and adjusted his chair so his back was towards that window. He picked up his reading glasses from where he’d set them beside his cup, and was studying a couple parchments, written in an unfamiliar language, when Caedon looked up from his table.

“Did you hear that?” he whispered.

Lucas was about to shake his head when he heard a sound from the corridor. A muffled sneeze. His eyes narrowed. From his experience, anyone who hides and eavesdrops, and tries not to be heard, isn’t to be trusted. Of course, that would put Lucas himself in that category, but he didn’t care. Lucas glanced around quickly, and his gaze lit upon a dagger, two tables over. Motioning for Caedon to duck behind a nearby chair, Lucas moved quietly amongst the tables and chairs, and snatched up the dagger. He stood facing the door, as whoever was behind it slowly pushed it open.

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@elisha-starquill ‘s turn! (Or Ariella’s. Or both 🙂 )