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[ostro_goth]

[[OOM: Breakfast in Gotland]]

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, playing his harp. His song is almost cheerful, and the Goth seems unusually content.

It is because he had breakfast with Demeter. In Gotland, with some of his dearest people -- and their children, by whom he was not-so-secretly quite charmed. And some time with Adalgoth, all by themselves.

That makes even a grim Ostrogoth somewhat mellow.-

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[will_scarlett]

A boy of about eight who looks younger comes barreling through the door and looks around in a panic, this isn't the tavern by the market.

He thinks he remembers this place from once before but that might have been a dream. In his haste, he spots Teja who has a harp and minstrels understand when you weren't really stealing just running.

Slowly he comes over, trying to make himself look neater but its hard since his feet are covered in mud, his clothing is threadbare and his is red hair is a mess, but he sort of bows, "Sir, could I sit a while by the fire?"

[ostro_goth]

Polite little scoundrel.-

"You may," Teja says, earnestly.

[will_scarlett]

If you act politely then nobles don't get angry as quickly and that keeps people shopping at the stall,

"Thank ye, sir. Is this Nottingham, sir?"

[ostro_goth]

"No, it is not," Teja says. "You are safe, Will."

That is a long guess, but one Teja does dare make, at the mention of Nottingham.

[will_scarlett]

He looks panicked and tries to make his hair go down,

"How do ye know me name, sir?"

[ostro_goth]

"I may have heard of you?" Teja says, with a little smile.

[will_scarlett]

"From who, sir?" He didn't think he'd done anything that bad.

[ostro_goth]

"That would be telling, would it not?" Teja says.

He is smiling now.

[will_scarlett]

"Isna goin' to get me in trouble, sir? I'm bein' good,"

Though he did think about stealing some warm bread, because his mother would like it but didn't.

[fiery_ring]

There is a movement from the rafters, and a small sprinkle of dust.

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks up.

"Greetings, Carlotta!" he says.

[fiery_ring]

Carlotta launches herself off the beam, flips once in the air, bounces once off a sofa, back flips, and lands next to Teja's feet.

"Greetings, your Highness."

[ostro_goth]

"Very nicely done," Teja says, "especially the part with the couch."

[fiery_ring]

"Thank you sir." Carlotta smiles slightly and sits down. "I can't afford to stop training. This is my livelihood when the war is over."

[ostro_goth]

"How far along is it now?" Teja asks.

[fiery_ring]

"Not very." Carlotta says, sighing. "It's not looking terribly good at the moment."

She grimaces. "And we had to downsize the stables to make ends meet. Orion is safe of course, and it was only four, but it was sad to let them go."

[ostro_goth]

"Were they sold as war-horses?" Teja asks.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

The little girl playing with her pet by the fire is, to someone, charming. She laughs as the creature nuzzles her and plucks her up by raising its neck when she's still holding onto it. "Soja! Down, back down."

[ostro_goth]

Teja has seen the child before; and the creature seems quite tame, so there would not be a reason to worry?

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

Kida sits back down with a soft 'oof', and swats at the animals foreleg, resulting in a fairly cowed wet whuffle from the animal before she pats its head. When it stands it's almost as tall as she is head-to-head, with a thick tail and dry purplish-blue skin with yellow stripes, to turn around and walk away.

"No! Soja, sit. Stay put!" she says, tugging on its neck--unfortunately, it's a rather one-sided battle.

[ostro_goth]

Teja stands, ready.

"Would you need help, little one?" he asks the girl.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

"He's not paying attention," she says, planting her bare heels on the floor and getting pulled away anyway.

"Please?" she asks, as far as help goes, she does need someone a bit bigger than she is.

[ostro_goth]

Teja grabs the creature, and holds fast.

"Be a good creature, Soja!" he orders it.

[of-atlantis.livejournal.com]

Soja sits with a rumble deep in that thick chest, and Kida comes around to take hold of the pincers on his muzzle with a childlike scowl.

"Stay." She looks up at Teja. "I can't make him stay, though. When I let go he moves."

[ostro_goth]

"Tell him to stay," Teja says, "and when you go, I shall hold him."