Alanna pointed at the castle. "There it is," she smiled at her children.
"Oh, it's super," Alan said.
"Fabulous," Alianne agreed.
Within ten minutes, they were in the gates. "Now, you two know that you'll be given your own rooms, you
will have classes everyday, training...," Alanna rattled on.
"I think the new page uniforms should be pink," Alan whispered to his sister. "I look SUPER in pink!"
Alianne rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I just wanna be a hero. Not a lady, like you."
They were greeted by Duke Gareth of Naxen the Elder. "Good day, Alanna. Are these your youngsters?"
"Yes, Alan and Alianne," Alanna said.
The Duke rattled off all the rules again. The children listened, politely. When Gareth had finished, Alianne
kissed his hand and bowed. Alan kissed his hand and began to curtsy, However, Alanna place her hand
on his back, roughly changing it to a bow. Gareth smiled primly.
"C'mon," Alanna growled, leading them down a corridor to be fitted for uniforms. "Alan, you best act
manly! You will be VERY sorry if your father and I hear poor reports about you."
"Mother, how can I be manly, when I'm only just ten?" Alan asked, innocently.
Alanna fought off the urge to slap him. "You know what I mean," her voice was icy. "Now, get in
there and get fitted!" She pushed him gently into the room where the tailor was.
"Does this come in pink?" Alan asked.
"Oh, it's super," Alan said.
"Fabulous," Alianne agreed.
Within ten minutes, they were in the gates. "Now, you two know that you'll be given your own rooms, you
will have classes everyday, training...," Alanna rattled on.
"I think the new page uniforms should be pink," Alan whispered to his sister. "I look SUPER in pink!"
Alianne rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I just wanna be a hero. Not a lady, like you."
They were greeted by Duke Gareth of Naxen the Elder. "Good day, Alanna. Are these your youngsters?"
"Yes, Alan and Alianne," Alanna said.
The Duke rattled off all the rules again. The children listened, politely. When Gareth had finished, Alianne
kissed his hand and bowed. Alan kissed his hand and began to curtsy, However, Alanna place her hand
on his back, roughly changing it to a bow. Gareth smiled primly.
"C'mon," Alanna growled, leading them down a corridor to be fitted for uniforms. "Alan, you best act
manly! You will be VERY sorry if your father and I hear poor reports about you."
"Mother, how can I be manly, when I'm only just ten?" Alan asked, innocently.
Alanna fought off the urge to slap him. "You know what I mean," her voice was icy. "Now, get in
there and get fitted!" She pushed him gently into the room where the tailor was.
"Does this come in pink?" Alan asked.