#tellru

“Fine fine,” he strolled around the table, eyeing the cloak Dravla wore over his shoulders. That was the perfect thing to wear! It was common attired and would blend in well with the crowd.

“Oh hey, Dravla,” Manny says, “I’m just heading off to go meet up with my guards and go places,”

Mid chew, Dravla blinks at him, “...Thanks for telling me despite not asking where you were going,”

“But um- It’s kind of cold out.”

“...Okay,”

“So~” he gripped the bottom of the cloak, and with one tug at his heaving over Dravla’s shoulders.

“Hey!” the fifth champion yelled, shirtless below. Manny pointed at him and laughed. “Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?” he questions, tossing the cloak over his shoulders.

“Because I was wearing the cloak- now give it back,” when he attempted to grab it, Manny ran around the other side.

“I need it though. It’s chilly.”

“And I really don’t care, I have nothing else to wear.”

“You can borrow something from my room. I gotta get going.” Manny insists.

“How about you go back to your room and grab one of your dozens of different cloaks!” Dravla stands up, moving around the table to follow him.

“Because it’s too far away and I gotta get going. Plus, I’m your prince or whatever, you gotta do what i say,” he grins, stealing some of Dravla’s fruit as he rounded the table and passed by his spot again.

“Now you are taking my food?!”

“Royalty puts claims on all food and cloaks for the day, so decrees I,”

“Manny!”

“Gotta go,” Making a break for the door, Manny threw it open and paused when he ran into a firm chest. Backing up, he was surprised to find the head of the royal guard and his protege at his side. “Oh… Captain Yin’la,”

The captain bowed to him, “Your highness, I do apologize for standing in your way,” the elderly man says. “It was my fault,” Manny insists, “Are you making your rounds through the halls?”

“Yes I am,” he smiles, his features stern from years of war, but his eyes still soft for the love of his people. “I am taking Rashra around to show him the ropes,” he motions to his future successor.

Manson looked over to the younger Coeihn, sizing him up. He had met Rashra a few other times before now. He was close to his and Dravla’s age, his hair slicked back and face often stern. He seemed like a kind of unapproachable fellow, but was very skilled in combat and strategics.

It made him the next best candidate for when Yin’la retired as head of the royal guard. Though in Manson’s opinion, Yin’la would always be the only one suited for the job. Or perhaps even Dravla, since he trusted him ten times more than Rashra.

But, Dravla was busy enough as the fifth champion as was not interested in the position at all. He was already technically Manson’s head guard anyway, and didn’t wish to have the responsibility of ordering around every other guard.

So that left Rashra for the job.

“Rashra,” he nods.

“Your highness,” polite enough, Manson could always see a glint of rebelliousness in his eyes. He could chalk that up as pride and usually didn’t mind it.

“Are you leaving, you Majesty?” Yin’la inquired.

“I am, yes. I shall see you both another time,” with a smile and a little bow, Manson slide past them and down the hall. Halfway down he could hear Dravla yell at him.

“You still didn’t give my cloak back!”

He broke out into a run to avoid him.

Left shirtless, Dravla folded his arms and sighed. “The things I put up with,”

Yin’la chuckles whole heartedly and warm, “I am glad though to see the Prince so friendly with you, Dravla. It is important to have close allies, especially during times like these,”

“I suppose you are right, sir,” Turning to go back to his lunch, Dravla felt a chill run up his spine.

He turns to find Rashra staring at him, his eyes boring into his.

With a dry throat, he frowns, feeling this urge to cover himself. “Can I help you?” he inquired.

“I was just surprised to meet the fifth champion so suddenly,” Rashra says smoothly, extending out his hand. “Rashra,” he introduces himself.

Not wanting to be rude, especially with Yin’la present, Dravla reluctantly takes his hand. It lingers a moment too long. Rashra’s eyes are soaking in the curve of Dravla’s bicep, trailing it down his toned chest and smooth stomach, eyeing his hip line.

Dravla quickly steps back and turns away. He collects his things and tucks them under his arms, “I have to get going too, I’m afraid,”

“I see. Well, I will see you later. Your Father and I are having our annual Parlog wrestling tomorrow, so I will see you then,”

Dravla’s spirits lift immediately, “Of course! I will see you then,” Giving Yin’la one final smile, nodding awkwardly to Rashra, he scurried out of the room as fast as his legs would allow.

Creepy creepy creepy, was all he could think about as he escapes to the lower kitchens, joining the chefs down there for the rest of his lunch.

Someone remind him again why that guy was the only other choice for the Royal guard?

Day 2: (Kac’ela)

“Stop moving,” Tellru grumbles through the hairpins held between her teeth. Kac’ela shifted below her, whining.

“I hate braids,”

“You look great with your hair in a braid,” Tellru tells him, “Now stop fussing. I’m almost done.” Placing in the last hairpin to keep Kac’ela’s hair in place, she steps back to admire her work. “Perfect,”

“I look ridiculous,”

“You look dashing,” Tellru corrects him, swiping a bang behind his ear. “Now, try to be friendly, don’t be a downer, and I’m sure this will end great,” she tells him. Pausing, she dusts off his shoulders and adjusts his the collar of his shirt. “There,”

“Tellru,” he groaned.

“Just finishing up the minor details,” she insists, “Now get going. I want all the details by the end of it- even if it ends in horrible failure,”

“That gives me a bucket full of confidence,” he says sarcastically seconds before he is forcibly shoved out the door and locked out of the house. Sighing, he adjusts his coat and makes his way towards the Kingdom’s bell tower.

Keeping his head low, avoiding eye contact to the strangers he passed, Kac’ela pondered Tellru’s words. What if this did ends in horrible failure?

What if Manny doesn’t even show up?

What would be worse? A ditched date or a date gone horrible? Probably the later, Kac would assume.

Pondering the thought a little longer, he found himself scaling the bell towers steps before long. Taking to the top step, despising himself for how vague he was with details to their meeting location, he scanned the surrounding area.

In truth, since he wore that hood, Kac would most likely have to wait for Manny to locate and come to him, since Kac did not know his face.

Above, the Bell tower struck three o’clock. He didn’t expect Manny to arrive immediately, simply because of his confused planning with the time.

So, he sat down and waited, hoping to plan some conversation topics. Perhaps the weather? Or politics? Though that was never something most wanted to talk about, Kac rather enjoyed going into detail about it. Perhaps he should hold off though so not to bore Manny.

“Hey!”

A hooded figure was dashing up the steps and Kac found himself smiling.

“Manny?” he called curiously.

They lifted their head in response, that smile peeking out from under the hood, “Kac’ela!” he greets joyfully, “You actually showed up!”

“Did you not expect me to?” Kac stares him up and down, noticing how his cloak seemed to be new, or at least different from the one he wore the other day. It formed around his shoulders neatly, cascading downward with Kingdom insignia decorating the back.

“Well… k-kinf of? I thought you would, I just wasn’t sure you would be here right at three, especially since you said 3 different times.” Manny laughs nervously.

“Oh,” Kac tugged on his horn- a horrible habit he had picked up whenever he was embarrassed, “S-Sorry about that,”

“It’s fine,” Manny assures him, “I was willing to wait for whatever time you decided to come by,”

Knowing he would do the same, Kac motioned for Manny to sit down. Scooting over a little, the both of them looked out to the traveling citizens.

“How is your day?” Kac inquired.

“It’s been well. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,”

“Oh no, not at all. I just got here,” Kac tells him. “I um…” he trails off, completely forgetting every topic he had planned to discuss. Feeling as though he was caught in some spotlight, he stammers, “H-How… nice… Those battles up South sure sound dangerous, huh?” he curses himself for bringing up the war, because it wasn’t like that wasn’t on everyone’s mind enough as it was.

“Yeah,” Manny agrees, his daze looking out to the distance, “Hopefully we’ll be able to find a means of transportation to get those soldiers supplies. The mountain passages could be a likely candidate, but those paths have always been unstable. We need to get the soldiers the supplies they need, but risking the lives of other men just to get it there doesn’t seem very conventional.”

Not expecting Manny to be so invested in the conversation, Kac nods, “R-Right. There is always the lower paths, through the caves at the bottom of the mountains. If you can mark the paths within to find the quickest path into the South, the Kingdom could use that.”

Manny gives him a smile, “That’s pretty clever, Kac’ela.” he praises, “That is actually what-” he cuts off, “I mean um, I don’t know much of what the Kingdom’s plans are, but I heard a rumor that the King is attempting a plan similar to that.”

“Oh?”

“I’m surprised you even know about the lower mountain caverns. Not many know those,”

Kac shrugs a little, “My Grandfather took me along that path once when we went traveling south. I almost wandered into one out of curiosity before my Grandfather stopped me, warning I would get lost in the cave’s endless tunnels.”

“You were an adventurous child then?” Manny chuckles.

“Yes indeed. It got me into a world of trouble. I wouldn’t say I’m much different now. I’ll jump at the chance to leave the Kingdom and go see the rest of the world. Have you ever gone outside the walls?”

“Many times, but not as often as I would like.” Manny sighs. “I’ve never gotten to see the Southern mountains myself. I hear they are beautiful in the spring.”

“They are,” Kac confirms, “Flowers as far as the eye can see.”

“Oooh,” Manny’s taps his feet a little, “I’d love to see them. I’ll have to try and make it over there one of these days.”

Lifting his hand to twirl his finger around his braid, Kac says, “Fall is also a good time to go,”

Glancing at him, his eyes catching on his fingers, Manny motions to him. “I like your hair in a braid,” he compliments him “My hair is long too, but I’m not very good at braiding it,” reaching into the hood, a dazzling trail of golden hair trickled down Manny’s shoulder. Kac’ela watched, mesmerized by the sight, and almost reached out to touch it but stopped himself.

“I don’t really like braids,” he admits, ‘But it is a stylish way to keep your hair out of your face. You uh… why do you keep your hair long?”

Manny says, “I’m not sure. I suppose it is just kind of a tradition to keep our hair long. My Father did it, my Grandfather did it so… my turn, I guess?” he laughs, “What about you? Why is your hair long?”

Kac shrugs, “I think I just haven’t had time to cut it.”

“Well, it’s quite lovely since it’s long. Very silky,” Manny lifts his wrists to point at it, almost reaching out to touch it. He seems to catch himself before though, his hand lingering awkwardly in the air.

Eyeing it carefully, Kac can see the sleeve of Manny’s cloak slide down, revealing a slender wrist and a large bracelet.

Not expecting Manny to wear jewelry of any kind, he noticed a very familiar insignia covering it.

Kac’s breath caught in his throat and he openly gasps. The two freeze up a second later, turning to the other.

“W-What?” Manny inquires.

Kac points to the band, “You are part of the Froas'tlac Master Appreciation club?” he could recognize that insignia anywhere!

Manny is startled, rushing to hide the band, “O-Oh this? It’s just uh- an uh-” he fumbles, his cheeks flaming, “Please don’t laugh.”

“Oh! No no, I didn’t mean it like that,” Kac gawks at him and pulls back his sleeve, revealing at least 5 different bands with Froas'tlac images painted onto them. “I’m a gold member!” he points out his golden brand with pride.

Manny’s balance falters, “No way,” he catches himself by his palm and could hardly believe his ears, “You like Froas'tlac’s too?”

Kac’ela jabbed his hand into his pocket and pulled out at least three different photos of his Froas'tlac, Raver. Manny fawns over them, pulling out his own set to show his pet Froas'tlac, Yila.

“She is beautiful,” Kac gushes, “Oh! They should have play dates. Raver is such a friendly guy but not many of the people I know have pet Froas'tlac’s,”

“She would love playdates! She is always stuck at home when I’m away for work and stuff,” Manny agrees instantly. “Oh, this is great! Yila has always wanted a friend,”

Chuckling, kac finds himself talking with Manny for hours about Froas'tlacs. Tellru never liked to talk about them, so it was a nice change.

Manny knew so many details! And was even a fellow follower of his favorite club! And to have a band like the one he does, it must have made him a true Froas'tlac fan.

It was great!

“Hey,” Manny lifted his head when the bell tower struck again, “I gotta get going.”

Feeling disappointed that their time was over so soon, Kac pouted, “So soon?”

“Yeah, I have work,” Manny sighs. Standing up, he dusted himself off, and looked down at Kac’ela, “I’d love to do this again,” There is a gentleness in his voice that had Kac’s legs quivering. “Perhaps even meet your Froas'tlac. Is anytime this week good for you?” he inquires. Kac nods sheepishly, his thoughts jumbled.

“F-Few days,” he offers. He was busy the next day, then the day after that. But then he was free. He could only hope that Manny was the same, “Three days from now?” he offers. “This exact same spot to meet up?”

“That sounds like a plan,”

“I’ll bring Raver!”

“I await the day then,” Manny leaned down enough to take Kac’ela hands, “Till then,” he kisses his knuckles again, sending Kac’ela a beaming smile.

With burning cheeks, Kac nods, “R-Right,” he stands and waves, watching Manny disappear into the streets.

Waiting a few minutes, Kac’ela rushed home, his hand held close to his heart. When he arrived, Tellru was waiting for him.

“So?” Tellru shook him violently, “How did it go?”

Tugging at his horn, Kac peeks at her with full lashes, his smile star struck. ”He likes Froas'tlac’s,”

Tellru makes a disgusted back, “Not sure if I should like the guy or be horrified at his sense of pets.”

“Froas'tlac’s are the best pet to have. They are family-friendly, loyal, can learn tricks-!”

“Slimy, eat a lot, eat my couch cushions, growls at me at night…”

“Raver doesn’t growl at anyone,” Kac disagreed. “No, he doesn’t growl when you are around because it knows it has to keep up its image with you. But it growls at me every night! He just slides into my room, sits there and hisses. I hardly get any sleep,”

“Tellru,” he sighs.

“Fine fine, but… I’m glad you seem to like this guy. You meeting up with him again?”

“Yes, In a few days. I’m bringing Raver,”

“You are bringing that horrible thing into public,” Tellru gasps in horror, “May this Kingdom live through that horrible day.”

“Shh it,”

Patting his head, Tellru asks, “You at least got to see his face right? Is he cute?”

Kac opens his mouth, pales, then groans, “I didn’t get to see it,”

“Again?” Tellru gawks at him.

“He was wearing a cloak again! I don’t know how to just ask someone to take down the hood without sounding weird!” he exclaimed.

“Pitiful, brother,” she sighs.

“Shut up! I’ll ask him next time!”

“Sure you will,”

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