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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[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.

[whatisastiles]

"Sure."

Everybody loves a forest. Even kings.

"Who's your King? Is he a good king or an evil king? Does he have a sword?"

Alan may have touched on a topic that has brought out Stiles's curiosity again.

[the_lioness]

Alanna smiles.

"He's good." Sometimes not so good at ruling, but he is definitely not evil. "He does. He has a Champion to do most of the sword fighting for him, however. And many knights."

Beat.

"I'm his son's squire."

[whatisastiles]

"You work for a prince? That's soooo cool! What's he like?"

Really, Alan should just be glad that Stiles is occasionally leaving him a gap to answer the rapid fire questions.

[the_lioness]

Handsome.

Alanna looks horrified for no particular reason. Thank the Goddess she didn't say that aloud!

Where did that even come from?

"He's one of my best friends." A pause. "I keep him humble."

[whatisastiles]

Well, according to all the stories, princes are meant to be handsome.

Whether that's to princesses or other knights, Stiles won't really judge.

"He's your Scott!"

But not as good a Scott as... Scott. Obviously.

[the_lioness]

"I suppose," Alanna answers, scratching at the side of her face. "Do you keep Scott humble?"

Eyebrow.

[whatisastiles]

"I dunno. What's humble?"

Humility, skill highly valued by six year old boys!