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(( 15 Kingsway, 35 Dragon, Mid-Morning, Alistair Theirin ))
Percy perched on his father’s arm, his own slung over his father’s shoulder as he jabbered on and on about the fennec he saw on the way to Denerim.
“Its ears were huge, Papa! Huge!” the boy exclaimed.
“Oh really? How big?” Irminric watched as his son tried to maintain his balance while shaping his hands into roughly the same size as a fennec’s ear, albeit an exaggerated one. Percy grinned and was about to chatter more about it when he suddenly tipped over with a yelp. Irminric’s heart skipped a beat as he lunged forward and pulled a giggling Percy back into a safer grip.
“Alright, Percy, I think it’s time you walked,” Irminric said as calmly and firmly as he could despite the third near-fall his son had had that morning. He doubted the boy’s clothes would make it through their visit without somehow getting a new tear in it. Irminric crouched down and let Percy climb his way back to the floor as he resumed his conversation about the fennec like nothing had happened.
“Do you think it could hear us talking all the way back home with those ears? They were just so big!”
“Maybe. Maybe it hears all the things you say and tells your nursemaid when you say mean things.”
“Really?” Percy’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, it must not talk to my nursemaid at all.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because I don’t say mean things. Anyway, what if a fennec has bigger ears? Could it hear me in Denerim? Or in Orlais? Maybe there’s one with ears so big it can hear me all the way in the deepest part of the sea. Or maybe…” Percy went on and on, leaving no room for his father to intervene and answer his questions as he pulled him along with one hand wrapped around two of his father’s fingers. Irminric smiled and let the boy talk all he wanted as they made their way through the castle to the gardens. It would keep the boy occupied, but more than anything it reminded him of how much the boy took after his mother. Even at this age he already had her penchant for talking of nothing and everything.
“Percy.” They boy kept chatting, but Irminric stopped and gently pulled his son back to him. That was enough to interrupt his ever-growing run-on sentence. “We’re about to meet the king. Now this is really important: do you remember how I taught you to greet him?”
“Yup!” Percy gave a big bounce of a nod.
“Good. Are you ready?”
“Yup!” An even bigger bounce of a nod.
“Alright, here we go.” Irminric offered his hand to his son, this time wrapping his own around Percy’s before leading him into the garden where King Alistair was already waiting for them.
“Announcing Ser Iminric Eremon, Bann of the Waking Sea, and his son, Percival Eremon!” a guard said a little too loudly after they approached. Irminric thanked the guard with a nod anyway before turning back to the king.
“It’s been a long time, Your Majesty,” Irminric said with as cordial a bow he could muster. Once he was back up, he looked down at his son with an encouraging smile. “Alright, your turn.”
“A really big pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty!” Percy gave a near perfect bow, one that his nursemaid would have been proud of until he bounced back out of it.
“About Alfstanna,” Irminric began, “I wanted to discuss-”
“Papa said fennecs can hear whatever I say and that they tell my nursemaid all about it,” Percy interrupted. Irminric bit his lip to hide both the embarrassment and laughter that threatened to show itself, but he didn’t stop Percy from continuing. “He said they only tell her bad stuff but I never say bad things, but is it true, ser - I mean, your majesty?”
Percy perched on his father’s arm, his own slung over his father’s shoulder as he jabbered on and on about the fennec he saw on the way to Denerim.
“Its ears were huge, Papa! Huge!” the boy exclaimed.
“Oh really? How big?” Irminric watched as his son tried to maintain his balance while shaping his hands into roughly the same size as a fennec’s ear, albeit an exaggerated one. Percy grinned and was about to chatter more about it when he suddenly tipped over with a yelp. Irminric’s heart skipped a beat as he lunged forward and pulled a giggling Percy back into a safer grip.
“Alright, Percy, I think it’s time you walked,” Irminric said as calmly and firmly as he could despite the third near-fall his son had had that morning. He doubted the boy’s clothes would make it through their visit without somehow getting a new tear in it. Irminric crouched down and let Percy climb his way back to the floor as he resumed his conversation about the fennec like nothing had happened.
“Do you think it could hear us talking all the way back home with those ears? They were just so big!”
“Maybe. Maybe it hears all the things you say and tells your nursemaid when you say mean things.”
“Really?” Percy’s eyes grew wide. “Wow, it must not talk to my nursemaid at all.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because I don’t say mean things. Anyway, what if a fennec has bigger ears? Could it hear me in Denerim? Or in Orlais? Maybe there’s one with ears so big it can hear me all the way in the deepest part of the sea. Or maybe…” Percy went on and on, leaving no room for his father to intervene and answer his questions as he pulled him along with one hand wrapped around two of his father’s fingers. Irminric smiled and let the boy talk all he wanted as they made their way through the castle to the gardens. It would keep the boy occupied, but more than anything it reminded him of how much the boy took after his mother. Even at this age he already had her penchant for talking of nothing and everything.
“Percy.” They boy kept chatting, but Irminric stopped and gently pulled his son back to him. That was enough to interrupt his ever-growing run-on sentence. “We’re about to meet the king. Now this is really important: do you remember how I taught you to greet him?”
“Yup!” Percy gave a big bounce of a nod.
“Good. Are you ready?”
“Yup!” An even bigger bounce of a nod.
“Alright, here we go.” Irminric offered his hand to his son, this time wrapping his own around Percy’s before leading him into the garden where King Alistair was already waiting for them.
“Announcing Ser Iminric Eremon, Bann of the Waking Sea, and his son, Percival Eremon!” a guard said a little too loudly after they approached. Irminric thanked the guard with a nod anyway before turning back to the king.
“It’s been a long time, Your Majesty,” Irminric said with as cordial a bow he could muster. Once he was back up, he looked down at his son with an encouraging smile. “Alright, your turn.”
“A really big pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty!” Percy gave a near perfect bow, one that his nursemaid would have been proud of until he bounced back out of it.
“About Alfstanna,” Irminric began, “I wanted to discuss-”
“Papa said fennecs can hear whatever I say and that they tell my nursemaid all about it,” Percy interrupted. Irminric bit his lip to hide both the embarrassment and laughter that threatened to show itself, but he didn’t stop Percy from continuing. “He said they only tell her bad stuff but I never say bad things, but is it true, ser - I mean, your majesty?”
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