Cullen growled in frustration as the rooster crowed once again outside. How many times was the bloody thing going to establish its territory before it would shut up? Suddenly he heard muffled shouting. He stood just as his door was flung open.
"Commander! You should come see this Ser." Huffed one of his soldiers.
Cullen hurried out over the battlements where another soldier stood watching the commotion in the stableyard. His jaw nearly fell open at the sight, Lucan Trevelyan was standing on the rooftop of the stable, Maeven sat next to him. Below them on the ground Trig Trevelyan was yelling at his brother.
"You're thirty-two! Act your age, and get down here before you break somebody's neck!"
Lucan responded by cupping his hands over his mouth and producing an extremely convincing rooster crow. Where upon he flapped his arms and hopped about on one foot, all on the exceedingly pointed roof of the stables. Maeven clapped and laughed at her brothers.
"You are a disgrace to the name Trevelyan!" Trig evidently hoped that invoking the family name would produce a stronger effect. Lucan mooed at his brother in response. Evidently not. Lucan then turned and spoke to his sister who giggled and nodded. She then cupped her hands over her mouth and made a poor attempt at crowing like a rooster. Mainly because she couldn't hold back her laughter.
Trig, evidently frustrated with his brother's antics, stomped his foot and gave up. He stormed away, seething in rage. Lucan cawed like one of Leliana's ravens at his retreating back.
"Should we stop him Ser?" One of the soldiers finally asked.
"Maker's breath." Cullen rubbed his eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Yes, no, I don't know."
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A big thank you to everyone who's following and reading my silly collection of stories.
And to my sister who reads them and corrects errors and stuff.