"Kyle." Silence. Ephraim growled impatiently.
"Kyle." A slight hitch in the even breathing. Ephraim's brow furrowed irritably.
"Kyle! Wake up!" The knight shot up immediately, grabbing his spear and twirling it dangerously in the enclosed tent.
"Awake, I'm awake! Prepare yourself!" The rotating spear broke the tent's feeble frame and pulled the canvas top from its supports. Ephraim waved his arms as Forde woke and tried to stand, but was ensnared by the twirling cloth. He fell against the neighboring tent and landed on the smothered occupants with the broken frame.
"Blast it! Every single time!" Forde felt a pair of hands enclose around his throat through the canvas.
"Cormag. It's not his fault. Come on." The grip lessened momentarily before strengthening with an enraged yowl. Kyle dropped the covered spear and spread his mouth in a wide yawn.
"Mm, Prince Ephraim? Did you call me?" A furious howl sounded from Forde's canvas covered assaulter. The assailant jumped up and started towards the motionless Prince before being tackled by his companion. The tent flapped around them awkwardly as they struggled.
"Get off me, Seth!" A lump rose and kicked the encasing tent away from their struggling bodies. Seth placed his now free hand over Cormag's mouth and spoke softly to the frustrated knight. Kyle watched them quizzically.
"My Prince? Were we attacked?" Forde flung a misplaced boot at the groggy knight as the other tents opened and inquired as to what the noise was about.
"Did you need Kyle for something, Prince Ephraim?" Ephraim cleared his throat hesitantly and averted his eyes from Cormag's incensed gaze.
"No. I was…was testing his reactions! Yes, that's it! Good work, Kyle. Excellent!" Cormag bit Seth's hand and made another lung for Ephraim. The General pulled him down and replaced his hand, all the while trying to keep the anger out of his calming words as he watched his Prince cough quietly.
"I, uh...thank you, sir?"
"R-right! Well, we'll talk more in the morning then! Goodnight men...Seth, you'll-."
"Yes, I have him." Ephraim winced at the frigid tone and quickly turned and began walking in the direction of his tent. Cormag pounded the ground with his fist as Kyle ducked another flying boot.
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I thought it was funny. Ephraim's having a secret affair, or wish he was, with Kyle or something. Cormag's pissed cause something always happens to him and Seth when they're getting all physical and such. And LA is getting some sort of Path of Radiance, or Sacred Stones, dedication, since Echelon of Conscious is nearly dead in the water. She needs to choose.
Yes, I'm on Chapter 24 on PoR. What's the sequel?
BTW: Geoffrey is a dork. Full-blown dork. Oh joy! Silverware! Very funny. Forgot the sage's name, a B or something, he is awesome.