It was almost dinner time and I returned to my quarters. I noticed some one dropped my armor off for me. I had planned on getting it myself...but oh-well. I sat down on my bed and laid back, put my hands under my head.
Knock, knock.
"Come in." And just laid there.
The door shut behind the person. "Chesta what do you need?" I could tell who it was. I can always tell whos around me, even if they are behind me and I can't see them. I guess I smell them or maybe-I don't know.
"Dilandau-sama it's time for dinner."
"Thank you Chesta." I stood up and looked at him. His goldne hair shining, his blue eyes sparkling. One of the smallest dragonslayers but obviously one of the best. A great guymelef pilot...swordfighting...okay. I think I'll train him a little after everyone else is done with their training. Alone so he can get better. I decided to wait to tell him.
We walked out of my chambers and headed towards the mess hall. It was very loud. Today we didn't have to go through a line and be fed slop. We had a feast. Chesta and I sat at a round table with Migel, Guimel, Dalet, Gatti and Viole.
"Hey." We all said in unsion, laughing a little.
One of the sevants came and set food in front of us. I think his name was Tod. He looked around thirty years old. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was very happy, or seemed like it. It had almost looked like his smile would touch his ears.
"Your name is Tod, right?" I asked. He had given us all we needed. He was just standing there. Looked bored but still had a smile on his face.
"Yes, sir." He replied. He lost his smile. I think that he was scared.
"Yes, Tod why don't you have a seat with us and eat?"
The dragonslayers stopped talking and looked at me. Migel started choking on his food. Chesta patted him on his back.
"I-uh..." He didn't know what to say. His eyes were filled with worry and he started fiddling with his fingers.
"Tod, sit down with us and eat. That's a direct order." I smiled. He sat down between Viole and Guimel. Chesta leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Dilandau-sama I thought you hated people...and being...umm..friendly..."
Dalet passed Tod some food and they started talking.
"Chesta, I know I'm acting a little weird...but i'm happy. I get to mess with Van. Destory him..."
"Uh-huh." Chesta was confused...
"So Tod, do you have a family? Tell us about yourself." Smiling as every word came out of my mouth.
"I don't have a family. I work here as a servant. That's about it." His was raspy. He coughed.
"Well do you like it here?" Viole asked still stuffing food in his mouth.
"Yes, I love it here. I have many friends. I've lived and worked here all my life." He took a bite out of the roll he had in his hand.
"Lord Dilandau, are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
"Why yes Folken. Why don't you have a seat?" I motioned towards a space and continued to eat.
"You're acting very weird." He replied and sat between Dalet and Viole.
"I'm only happy. After all I do have your little brother locked away and I can do anything I want to/"
I smirked.
His eyes snapped. "Yes."
"Why Folken, don't you care about your little brother at all?" My eyes flashed and then snapped.
"Of course. But I know you..." he got up, "you won't kill him." He left.
"Heh, so much he knows." I muttered to myself.
Knock, knock.
"Come in." And just laid there.
The door shut behind the person. "Chesta what do you need?" I could tell who it was. I can always tell whos around me, even if they are behind me and I can't see them. I guess I smell them or maybe-I don't know.
"Dilandau-sama it's time for dinner."
"Thank you Chesta." I stood up and looked at him. His goldne hair shining, his blue eyes sparkling. One of the smallest dragonslayers but obviously one of the best. A great guymelef pilot...swordfighting...okay. I think I'll train him a little after everyone else is done with their training. Alone so he can get better. I decided to wait to tell him.
We walked out of my chambers and headed towards the mess hall. It was very loud. Today we didn't have to go through a line and be fed slop. We had a feast. Chesta and I sat at a round table with Migel, Guimel, Dalet, Gatti and Viole.
"Hey." We all said in unsion, laughing a little.
One of the sevants came and set food in front of us. I think his name was Tod. He looked around thirty years old. He had dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was very happy, or seemed like it. It had almost looked like his smile would touch his ears.
"Your name is Tod, right?" I asked. He had given us all we needed. He was just standing there. Looked bored but still had a smile on his face.
"Yes, sir." He replied. He lost his smile. I think that he was scared.
"Yes, Tod why don't you have a seat with us and eat?"
The dragonslayers stopped talking and looked at me. Migel started choking on his food. Chesta patted him on his back.
"I-uh..." He didn't know what to say. His eyes were filled with worry and he started fiddling with his fingers.
"Tod, sit down with us and eat. That's a direct order." I smiled. He sat down between Viole and Guimel. Chesta leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Dilandau-sama I thought you hated people...and being...umm..friendly..."
Dalet passed Tod some food and they started talking.
"Chesta, I know I'm acting a little weird...but i'm happy. I get to mess with Van. Destory him..."
"Uh-huh." Chesta was confused...
"So Tod, do you have a family? Tell us about yourself." Smiling as every word came out of my mouth.
"I don't have a family. I work here as a servant. That's about it." His was raspy. He coughed.
"Well do you like it here?" Viole asked still stuffing food in his mouth.
"Yes, I love it here. I have many friends. I've lived and worked here all my life." He took a bite out of the roll he had in his hand.
"Lord Dilandau, are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
"Why yes Folken. Why don't you have a seat?" I motioned towards a space and continued to eat.
"You're acting very weird." He replied and sat between Dalet and Viole.
"I'm only happy. After all I do have your little brother locked away and I can do anything I want to/"
I smirked.
His eyes snapped. "Yes."
"Why Folken, don't you care about your little brother at all?" My eyes flashed and then snapped.
"Of course. But I know you..." he got up, "you won't kill him." He left.
"Heh, so much he knows." I muttered to myself.