Andres woke with a start at the sound of somthing smacking harshly against the dry ground by the side of his head. Caius Varus was in front of him, using the raven head's sword handle as support to keep from falling on top of the younger and squishing him.
"Good, you're awake," Caius said with a grin, gettting up from on top of Andres. He sat next to the other on the dry tall grass, still holding on to his sword while Andres pushed himself up with a grunt. "We should be about. . . let's say three hours away from the castle. We need a story, pronto."
"Pronto?"
"It means quickly, dummy," Caius said quickly, pulling at the sword that was still stuck to the ground with no positive effect. "Anyway, do you want to say that we're brothers or cousins?"
Andres glanced warrily at the cheerful blonde that was tugging frantically at the sword while he waited for a reply. Dark blue eyes and tanned skin paired with a slim, probably weak, body. The complete opposite of a pale skinned raven head with a much more muscled body. They we're polar twins. "I don't think they'll beleive either of those two," Andres said, pulling out the sword and handing it to the other.
"True. . ." Caius held the sword in both hands, gazing into it's shiny metal as if hoping to see a vision or the future.
"Why don't we just tell them the truth?" Andres inquired, standing up and dusting off his dusty tunic.
"And what, admitt that you ran away because your father denied some money from you and that I tagged along because I was bored? Nope," the older declared, looking up at the other from his spot on the ground. "That'll sound too fake. And childish. And puny. And pathetic. And-"
"Okay, okay, I get it! It'll make us look bad." Andre glanced around, attentive of the open land they we're in. If this castle is protected by archers, they were going to be in big trouble. The torn up green tunic and a partner with a smart mouth wasn't souch a great way of aproaching someone and asking for a place to live. "You joined me later on and I was attacked by knights from a rival kingdom. I'm a squire and you can come in as a fool or servant or whatever you want."
"You really want to lower my status as the cousin of the princess that badly? And why do you still get to be a squire?"
"Because I still have the training to be one, unlike someone who forgot everything a second later in training." Andres brought forth.
"Placing last in strength is better than placing last in intelligence," Caius shot back, ponting the sword at it's owner.
"Let's just keep moving forward."