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Post by Cyril Ashwin on Jan 20, 2018 1:57:17 GMT
His offer was responded with questions. Of course. Looking a little disappointed he turned around once more, averting his gaze from the fox out into the trees out in the distance. It were as if he was pondering about something. "Yes, in fact I would," he spoke, truth in his words. But he seemed rather serious, his fae blank of all expression rather than solemness. "However I cannot force them to." But it weren't as if he would. In fact it would be a high honor for the elves. Perhaps there was some other motive here? One would not be able to tell. He then turned around, his head turning over his shoulder back at him. "We have no draft within the Kingdom of Aelfmenn. Which is why I ask of you, Michael, to join my force." Of course there were others like him. The other werebeast, Lucia, had joined his personal guard. However, one such as him, a teenager not much older than typical pages, was not as suited to become apart of his guard just yet. But it seemed that nothing in the Blood Rose had anything going for him, so he presented him an opportunity that he might be willing to take up, or to even think about. But it would be within the own force of the prince that he would join. He needed use for a page, in which his personal force was far lacking. Who knows, perhaps in the future he could even become one of his own guard if he proved determined.
Then, Cyril began to walk once more, taking to the snow as the storm began to pour down upon them. "You shall be reimbursed with accommodation, clothing, and food. However, for exceptional service you may also receive additional training." Perhaps even from the prince himself, but it was more likely that someone from his guard may teach him. But all of the things he offered were exceptional. Even so, the housing where he would live weren't too far away from where they were now. But it wasn't as though he would live there permanently, he would still be able to move about with his aunt. It was his own way of saying no, he wouldn't be getting paid. The Kingdom would not provide such finances for his own force, in fact it seemed as though he kept quiet about it. But that would be unknown to the fox.
"What do you say?" he then asked, turning to face him finally as he looked at him. But then, as if he remembered something, he closed his eyes after a moment and shook his head. "No. I should allow time for your thought about the decision." He then said, continuing his path as he walked forth. But the cold seemed to gather more and more, he could feel the swirl of the icy winter breeze becoming more apparent.
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 20, 2018 4:58:01 GMT
Michael’s expression fell as the Prince seemed to be disappointed in him. Was there some sort of test that he had failed by asking these questions? He was quite attentive as the prince admitted that he would prefer an elf page which confused him very much. If he wanted an elf servant, why not get one? He flicked his ear and made another jumping motion to follow the elf in his walk. It was getting harder and harder to keep up, but he didn’t want to admit it yet. The information about the Elves having no draft didn’t confuse him at all, it wasn’t a time of war so why would they have a draft? But it did make him wonder if the prince actually had any protection at all, warily glancing side to side.
He nodded his head briefly as Prince Cyril replied about whether he would be paid or not. It made sense that he would not be, he would be receiving so many benefits already. Michael quietly wondered what he ‘additional training’ meant but he assumed he would learn that in time. He just had to process the big opportunity that he had been offered for a moment. He was about to reply his affirmation and agreement to the job, when the prince cut himself off. There were a few beats of silence before the werefox spoke. “My questions didn’t mean I was going to say no. The opportunity you have presented is too big for me to miss. I…I accept the job.” He tried to keep the tremour excitement mixed with nervousness out of his mental voice but he was unsure whether he had succeeded.
All it took was one wrong step and suddenly Michael found himself falling into the snow. His tail barely peeked out of the hole that he had stepped in, and he struggled to get out. If he couldn’t even walk through snow, how would he be able to prove that he would be a hard worker? He scrambled out as quick as he could, his legs burning and straining with the effort. His breath was short as he dragged himself out, and he just stood there panting for a moment. He could feel that his fur was went and he felt mortified. Michael tried to shake off the cold but all it did was let the chill side in past his fur.
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Post by Cyril Ashwin on Jan 20, 2018 11:03:35 GMT
His eyes glanced back, eventually the elf prince halted in his steps as he heard him. He had accepted his offer. Cyril hadn't expected it, rather majority would need the time to ponder such a decision, unless they were in dire need for work. One such example was Lucia, who needed much time for her decision until she agreed to be his guard. But, circumstances were different perhaps. Much different than this boy in front of him. Maybe he wasn't thinking this through, maybe his aunt would be mad at him for taking the job from the elfin prince, or on the other hand, proud of him. But none of this mattered to him, he was fortunate that Michael had accepted his offer. His stern face turned into a smile for a brief moment, or perhaps an expression similar to that. "I am glad to hear that... Michael, Page of the Elf Prince," he spoke, announcing his new title in a formal manner. From now on, he would be his page. Even in his mind, Cyril was already brewing plans for him to do. But as he looked back, he saw the little fox get stuck within the snow, only to scramble out of it and shiver in the cold. Eyes softening, he turned around completely, walking back to where his new page was.
Nearing him, he bent over toward him, lending him an arm as he looked down at him. "The housing of my guard is not very far from here," he said, looking back a glance before it returned to the werebeast. "Let us head there. I believe a storm is on its way." At that his ice blue eyes narrowed in suspicion as he gazed to the side. It was rather peculiar for a snowstorm to come at this time, when it had been clear of clouds earlier, but he left the thought alone. His eyes then resumed to their softness, looking at the fox at ease. "Allow me to assist until we reach our destination," he then spoke, offering an arm to scoop him up, or perhaps, to allow him to climb onto it and toward his shoulder.
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 21, 2018 5:49:37 GMT
Michael’s tail began to wag furiously as the prince addressed him with his job title. This was a real-world job. He wasn’t just washing clothes or hunting for his and his aunt’s dinner. He knew that his Aunt Marissa would be upset, not because he had accepted the job but that they would be separated. He had spent barely any of his life away from her, but it would be a good learning experience for him. He was only a few years away from adulthood when he would have to find a job in or out of the pack anyway. Being a page offered him experiences that would enable him to get other jobs in his life or move up in society from young werebeast to respected guard.
He blinked up at his new master as he approached, his wagging slowing to stop. He chittered softly, wanting to immediately leap into the prince’s warm arms but stopping himself. Images of his aunt being buried under the cold snow flashed through his brain. “Sir, my aunt…she’s out there somewhere… perhaps you should go ahead and find your guard house? I don’t know how well she’ll fare in a snowstorm.” Some part of Michael knew that he was being ridiculous. They both needed to get out of the weather before the snow hit, and his aunt was a fully-grown Snow Leopard. She would survive the cold, even if she was hungry.
He was frustrated with himself, knowing that he couldn’t help her by himself but was unwilling to let his employer get hurt trying to find Aunt Marissa. He wasn’t too resistant to being picked up, so it would be easy for the prince to just pick him up and take him elsewhere which would be the most sensible choice. Michael’s emotions had a war, his loyalty warring with his sensibilities. He shivered again, and wrapped his tail around his back legs. He stared off in the distance, the elf and fox footprints invisible under the snow that had landed on top of them. Until the storm passed it would be impossible to find anyone and he knew that. He slowly dragged his eyes away and shook his head.
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