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Aug 25, 2012 17:01:20 GMT -5
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Post by Celyn ap Llewellyn on Nov 16, 2011 14:01:58 GMT -5
Celyn ap Llewellyn had woken up that morning with both a sense of excitement and disappointment, but he was quite the optimist, and therefore determined not to let his disappointment ruin the rest of the day. Today was the day he and Ifan (and, annoyingly, six of his father's guards) started their journey, their adventure, across Albion. It had taken the better part of six months to convince his father that this was a good idea, and now it was actually happening. He was quite proud of himself for managing to get this far - even his right now "this far" was outside Ifan's chamber. Well, it wasn't Ifan's, but he was a guest in the castle often enough.
He didn't bother knocking before entering - it was his castle after all, he just strolled in. As he expected, Ifan was still asleep. It was a good thing the servants and packed their belongings the night before, otherwise Celyn would be rather annoyed. The young prince walked over to the side of his friend's bed, cocking his head - arms folded against his chest - and gave Ifan exactly ten seconds to wake up before he jumped on him. He didn't wake up.
"Rise and shine, Ifan!" Celyn half-shouted, rather too cheerily for that time of the morning. Normally he would be in the exact same position as Ifan - it being a morning and all, but today he wanted to leave as quickly as possible. It took a shout, a jump and some rather vigorous prodding before Ifan was returned to the land of the living. "Good morning, are we planning on being active today?"
Tagged: Ifan Setting: Sugales Timeline: During series one
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