Leon - Heights
"How can you do that? I have faced creatures of every kind, but…" Leon´s words trailed down like his eyes, shame in his posture.
"Sir Leon. This will stay between us - I promise." Said Merlin calmly.
The knight raised his head to look at the servant who had a tiny smile on his face; not a mocking one, and not a one of pity. Reassurance, maybe.
"I have climbed trees as long as I can remember." Then Merlin added, something twinkling in his eyes:
"I have also flown so the trees are nothing compared to that - Camelot doesn't look half as bad from above."
Merlin ended his sentence with a finger raised to his lips as if asking for silence - for secrecy - before backing away, turning and climbing again. Leon just watched how the pieces of training equipment fell of the tree one by one, Merlin hunting them down even from the highest of the branches. Town´s kids had a wicked sense of humor.
Leon knew he really should take the last part as mocking but somehow he just couldn't. Merlin couldn't certainly fly but… the excitement in his eyes wasn't faked as he claimed to have done so.
In the end Leon just sighed and took Merlin´s promise. In a way, he held a promise of his own now; if the boy could fly Leon wouldn't cut off his wings.