Chapter 1 Mudrollers
"I don't know this Mithros you speak of." a young girl of the sewers tilts her head in confusion. Her one hand is on her hip, while the other clutches a bag slung over her shoulder. Her brother, a twin by the looks, knits his eyebrows, upset at the disturbance. Even at this young age, he wants to protect his sister. A group of five men wearing the garb of The Kings Own face opposing them. At her comment they reach for a weapon, some hold a charm to cast away demons in the other hand.
"What!" cries a pale faced man. He skittishly moves, holding the charm out before him.
"Lerant." The firm voice comes from an enormous dark haired man. He bends over to inspect the two children. His usually kind face scares them. Their eyes widen to show the unusual color. Both pairs of dark eyelashes contrast paler orange eyes. Brown around the edge, leaking into the orange. Raoul raises himself chuckling, his shaggy hair moving with his movements. The midday sun shines through his hair, making the children squint at the rapid changes from dark to light.
"Come men, these two little mud rollers probably just forgot. Let's take them to the convent." he turns away, as the other men form to convoy the children. The boy snorts in defiance, then shrugs and walks along, but the girl stands still, arms crossed.
"I did not forget! I don't know this Mithros person!" Raoul freezes his movement, cringing at underestimating this annoyingly defiant girl. The boy returns to her side, followed by four men, once again holding weapons and charms. He looks sheepishly at her in apology, then resumes his guard stance. Raoul, looking thoroughly baffled, changes strategy.
" Children, come, we'll go someplace warm, and get you some food."
At this statement, both children remember how hungry they are. They look questioningly at Raoul. They don't like him, but submit to being escorted to the convent.
Garb of The Kings Own ~ Blue and White tunics. Mail. White Burnoose
Rapid changes from dark to light ~ like when you are driving past trees and the shadows flicker quickly.
Snorts ~ not like a pig. Breathes quickly like a gasp outward.
Chapter 2 Cleaning Up
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