Caim-17
Inuart-14
Furiae-13
Caim swung the large broad-sword expertly, the head of some imaginary foe was sure to be severed. He was dressed in spare clothing, a loose white shirt and pants. They were casual and comfortable. The cold drifting in from the open ceiling of his castle's courtyard prevented him from getting too warm in his exercises. Though his skin was frigid his blood pumped from the exertion of his lone combat practice. He admired his weapon shinning for a moment before seathing it, gripping it firmly. Carrying it he strode up to the entrance doors to the castle, using his shoulder to push them open. The door shut behind with a resounding echo. He rushed up the main stairs breathing heavily, trying not to trip on the intricate rug that lined it. He was met with a large hallway, the hallway that led to all of the rooms on the second floor. Though the owner of the castle was meant to have the largest room on the highest floor Caim had never felt comfortable in the room that his long deceased parents had once occupied. As such he had chosen for himself a room like all the others, meant for guests. He had carved 'Caim' in his rooms wooden door when he was younger. Easily found. He opened the door and shut it behind him. Lifting the sword in with both arms he heaved it up onto it's rack that was mounted on the wall. After that he strode over to the sink and splashed water on his face, drying it off with a towel to complete the routine.
He yawned at his reflection above the sink. He had been training for a while. Long ago had he discovered his love of the sword. He made his way to his bed, shaking of his sandals as he went. The Prince collapsed onto the comfortable queen-size and buried the side of his face in the many blankets. Before he knew it he was half curled and asleep, breathing slowed.
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Inuart sighed as Furiae tugged on the hem of his tank-top. "Furiae I don't know how to cook for the last time!" Furiae looked up at him with big eyes. "Erm....but....brother's sleeping though..."
"Sleeping? This early?"
"Yah! I checked!" Furiae nodded eagerly. "I just checked on him."
"Then ask one one of the chefs..."
"But it won't taste as good. Only people I reaaallly like make food taste good"
"I would make you food since you say you like it but since I don't like food I cook your just going to have to wait for Caim to wake up"
"But who knows when he will......"
Inuart shook his head as Furiae wandered off. Though Caim's cooking wasn't as good as Furiae made it out to be at least it was alright unlike his own. Burnt or raw. Inuart moved to sit on the couch of the not-so-small living room of the castle, grabbing his harp on the way. He admired it for a moment before he began to practice, plucking the strings lovingly. The harmonious sound filled the vast space of the castle walls.
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Caim woke from his slumber to a fine tune. He sat up groggily and yawned, wiping the sleep from his eyes with his hands. He clumsily got up off the bed and began to follow the harp's music to the living room. Caim stopped to lean against the wall as he watched Inuart from his side, the musician so absorbed in his music that his eyes were closed and the outside world was drowned out. Caim smiled breifly and chuckled to himself. Inuart's playing stopped ubrubtly as he opened his eyes. "C-Caim?!" he stuttered, looking over. Inuart was very suprised seeing the other there. Even smiling? "Hey Caim....your smiling....it's kind of scary..." Inuart joked.
"Sorry that I scared you Inuart. Didn't realise it myself." Caim replied and paused for moment. Inuart motioned to the couch to the right of the one he was occupying. "A seat Caim?" he asked. Caim walked over and sat on the gray furniture, face now barren of his smile. "You know Caim. You should teach me some sword techniques" Inuart began the idle conversation. Caim raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure the sword is your thing. You should stick to your songs" he said.
"But I cannot protect Furiae with a song...." Inuart looked down at the harp in his lap. "Not unless I learn to shoot my harp from a bow" he laughed lightly at the joke, looking over to see that Caim was trying not to smile.
"As much as I'd like to see that it sounds ineffective. And besides that, it would be better if I did the fighting. A sword will only make me happy....however your songs.....make us all happy"
Inuart almost blushed at the praise from his older friend. "Am I that good?"
"Most definitaley" Caim replied. They grew silent for a moment before Caim spoke up again. "If...I teach you swordplay....maybe you might teach me to sing a bit?" he questioned. Inuart looked at him and soon a big grin overcame his face. "Yes! Of course. Oh thank you Caim!"
Their conversation carried on for the day until a very hungry Furiae had interrupted them for dinner. The trio then began to talk happily amung themselves over the quick meal. There were no complications back then. However the future was never that bright as it would seem.