Author: Jomasten
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It became apparent something silly was afoot the moment young Rogal jumped out of a window. Fortunately, it had been only a window from the ground-level rooms. But it was nonetheless a rather unusual occurrence, but one, the servants were sure, would lead to him taking all the pillows in the household, and beyond, again.
This was punctuated by the fact that a loud feminine scream pierced the normal quiet of the clan house, and then came the angry stomping of feet.
By the time Azmina came to the door in pursuit of Rogal, said boy was already gone, more than likely off to make another one of his pillow forts.
Lady Azmina would not say why she was angry. Well, she was more annoyed than angry, but even then, she would not elaborate exactly what happened to get her so riled up. She did mutter about an incident with noodles, but chose not to say anything louder than a murmur, which the servants could not hear.
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Rogal, meanwhile, had already gone on to take as much of the cushions as he could carry from the household. The other pillows from most of the neighbors he had already borrowed a few days ago. He had not taken any from his house in order to preserve a sense of normality before things got strange again.
With the pillows he had collected dumped into the cloth-covered ground that served as his 'foundation', he took the shovel he also borrowed, then began to dig.
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Interestingly, the Dorn's neighbors began to learn the finer points of seating uncomfortably, and had even began to take comfort. Within a few years before Rogal finally gets over his pillow forts, there would be a small cult finding comfort in even discomfort. It would dissolve once people gets used to the fact their cushions were not going to get taken within the week again. And life goes on.
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Azmina grumbled as she looked for her young charge. He was not to be found in his usual spots, nor his spots where he would build his silly little castles.
It was only when she heard a small commotion outside the compound that she finally knew where he had scampered off to.
The first thing that she noticed was the moat. Then he noticed the fortress itself.
It was just like his previous fort, except scaled up by twice its size. There was now an addition of towers and battlements. The main complex was lined with 'pillow cannons', and Rogal stood like a triumphant man, then, noticing Azmina amongst the crowd, gave her a challenging smirk.
Azmina responded with a laugh, then waddled off to borrow a pot lid and a wooden spoon. This was going to take some work.
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Rogal and Azmina Dorn would come back later in the early evening, scuffed up and dirty, and, in Azmina's case, wet from head to toe, but both wore happy grins on their faces.
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