Stiles Stilinski's First Entrance (for real this time!)

[whatisastiles]

Stiles Stilinski is trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries of his young life, and he's six now, so he's knows from mysteries. Mom and Dad are taking him to a baseball game (Go Beacon Hills Bluebirds!), but he can't find his baseball glove anywhere.

He runs back into his room—Dad says if he's not ready in five minutes they're leaving without him—double checks under the bed, then pulls open the closet. It looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to Narnia, cause he's just walked into some sort of restaurant, and some of the people there definitely don't look like they belong in Beacon Hills.

He reacts pretty much as you'd expect a boy this curious and enthusiastic about the world would.

"This is so cool!"



[ooc: Stiles doesn't know that his 16 year old self was just here the other day. Be a doll and don't tell him, kay?]

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[the_lioness]

Hmph.

"Sixteen."

The urge to justify her right to be who she is, who she wants to be, is so strong she has to bite back the usual I'm small for my age.

"How old are you?"

[whatisastiles]

"I'm six," he says proudly. "Not as old as you."

You know, just in case she can't do math.

"If I'm a squire can I have a sword too?"

[the_lioness]

While no great lover of mathematics, Alanna has indeed mastered the basics and is aware of their age difference.

"I had a six year old brother once," she nods to herself, as if she has solved the puzzle of why Stiles is so naturally annoying. "If you were a squire, you'd have earned one, yes."

Beat.

"But you aren't. What do you do?"

[whatisastiles]

What does he do?

"I do lots of things. Play with Scott, read books, eat, school, swim, run, watch TV..."

If Alanna does cut him off he'll probably keep going.

Ask a silly question...

[the_lioness]

Ugh, swimming.



TV?



"Who," she asks at last, after he has mentioned something about hot wheels, which just seems unsound, somehow, "is Scott?"

[whatisastiles]

"Scott's my best friend," he says.

"I met him at school and he's really funny and has asthma which means he can't breathe good and his mom is really nice and he has video games at his house."

Scott is awesome.

[the_lioness]

Alanna starts to thaw toward Stiles a little bit.

It's hard not to, given his obvious affection for his best friend.

"I have a best friend." Beat. "Well, more than one. None of them have trouble breathing, however."

Her brow wrinkles.

"Can't the healers help him?"

[whatisastiles]

"Healers? Is that like Doctors?" he asks.

But doesn't wait for the answer.

"Scott has an inhaler. It's medicine for when he can't breathe. Scott's mom says he probably won't get better but that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him, he's just different."

Mom and Mrs. McCall had hosted a joint talk about Scott's asthma, which stressed "get a grown up" if Scott was in trouble.

[the_lioness]

"Different isn't bad," Alanna agrees with a quick side-eye. "I often prefer it. And yes, like doctors."

She sighs.

"Though I think our methods are very different."

Alanna is still spending a lot of time in the Healers' tent. It makes her weary just to think about.

[whatisastiles]

"You're a healer too? I thought you were a squire?"

Each person only gets one profession, right? Dad is a Deputy, Scott's mom is a nurse, Bill Clinton is the President, and Neil Armstrong is an astronaut.

[the_lioness]

"Being one thing doesn't mean I can't be many others as well," she snorts. "It's bad form to ignore a gift from the gods."

Slowly, each move carefully considered yet fluid from years of practice, Alanna belts on her sword and draws it, flashing a quick grin.

There isn't much humor in it.

"Besides, it is helpful to be able to heal if you spend most of your time around sharp objects."

And stabbing people with them.

[whatisastiles]

Stiles at least has the good sense not to try and grab for the sword.

"Mom doesn't like me playing with sharp stuff," he says.

The amount of times she's drilled that into his head is pretty much the only thing keeping him away from the sharp pointy object in front of him.

"Cause she doesn't wanna be there when I cut my finger off."

Possibly a phrase that he's heard repeated in exasperation.

[the_lioness]

"Trust me," Alanna says, sending him an amused look, "you wouldn't want to be there, either."

He should listen to his mom.

She turns the sword from side to side, catching the firelight in the brightly polished blade and smiling at the effect. It isn't a comforting smile. There's something dangerous about Alanna.

It might be carefully cultivated; it might not.

"Where do you live, youngling?"

She stops short of calling him 'Little Squirt.' Boys have such fragile egos, after all.

[whatisastiles]

He really, really wouldn't. Blood kinda freaks him out.

(Which is kind of a problem, since six year old boys have a proclivity for disaster.)

"In Beacon Hills," he answers. Far, far away from exciting things like knights and horses and castles.

He has a bike?

[the_lioness]

He's undoubtedly better at riding a bike than Alanna would be.

Alanna tilts her head. "By the sea?"

[whatisastiles]

Stiles frowns slightly. What should Beacon Hills be near the ocean?

"No. It takes hours to get to the ocean."

Like... three. But that's a long time to spend cooped up in a car.

[the_lioness]

He should try it on a horse.

"Ah."

Alanna's brow wrinkles in apparent confusion.

"Why is it called Beacon Hills, then?

[whatisastiles]

"Um... I don't know?"

He should remember to ask Mom and Dad about that when he gets home.

"It's just a normal town."

[the_lioness]

"Oh."

She is still wearing the same expression.



Then, "I'm from Trebond. It's our fief, and also our name."

Do you get it now, Stiles?

[whatisastiles]

"Your name's Trebond?"

Kind of a weird name.

"I'm Stiles."

He follows this pronouncement with a grin. That's sure to win over a grumpy stranger, right?

[the_lioness]

Alanna blinks.



"It's Alan. Alan of Trebond," she tells the boy named Stiles.

Doesn't a 'stile' have something to do with barns?

"I thought your Beacon Hills might be a sea town with a beacon. On a hill."

Because names mean things.

[whatisastiles]

"Oh. Nice to meetcha, Alan of Trebond."

He'd be more put out that the guy's still grumpy, but honestly he used to that reaction from big kids.

He usually soldiers on anyway.

"Well it's in Beacon County," he says. "And there are some hills in the preserve. Maybe that's why?"

He has never met someone so hung up on the name of his town. Of course, most of everyone he's ever met live in his town.

[the_lioness]

"And you... Stiles. The preserve?" Alanna asks, waving off the rest.

Cultural differences can be excessively annoying in Milliways.

[whatisastiles]

"It's a forest. A special one for taking care of the plants and animals and stuff."

That's the technical explanation right there, Alan.

[the_lioness]

"Ah."

Beat.

"Like the King's Forest!" she exclaims, index finger extended in a point.

By Jove, I think she's got it.