Bluejay lounged next to the Prince's bear in solitude. For some reason, knowing Fleetfoot was going to be fine was not enough. He wanted to be there at the castle now. He knew they couldn't go until everyone was healed, but still he felt as if in chains…
"Bluejay!" said the Prince from behind. "You've been like this for 3 straight days! I beg you. Have a drink or something. You haven't eaten save for a few pieces of stale bread. And don't think I didn't see you give half of it to that little girl!"
"She was the only little girl left. She's five for goodness sake! Apparently both her mother and father are dead now! They were great jugglers too…"
The Prince sighed. "Do as you like then. I've no control over you. But I hope that the plan we were devising can still be used…"
Then he turned and left. Bluejay looked out darkly over the ruins of their former camp. It was all his fault. You could see the determination etched in his face. I do believe that day developed his first wrinkle.
A/N: Could've been better. With the snow today though, I'll get a whole lot updated : )