"Once upon a time..."
Alysia started quietly with a chuckle. Lucien slipped his free hand into his pocket and wrapped the other about the Priestess' side. His gait was leisurely as he walked along side the Priestess, relishing the time shared.
"...a long long time ago, there were two young men that lived on a small emerald island named Brendan and Ceallach. Brendan was the first born son of a wealthy noble family and Ceallach was the only son of a humble farming family. The lads met at a school run by a monastic order and became fast friends, inspite of their vastly different backgrounds."
Lucien continued to tell the tale of the lads' time at school, as he and Alysia made their way home, telling of the mischief the lads stirred together, their shared victories on the athletic field and their shared struggles in academics.
"If it weren't for Brendan's tow hair and fair complexion and Ceallach's dark hair and tanned complexion, folks would have sworn the two were one in the same. Indeed some folks believed the lads were kin, but most simply agreed the two shared the same spirit."
The avenue broke off the main road, heading northeast and leading to the Manor. The muted sounds of the lake could be heard against the sleepy evening as they stepped onto the road, announcing they were home. Lucien paused, silencing and drew a deep breath of soft fragrances of the lilies, irises and jasmine that greeted them.
"Now," quietly Lucien broke his momentary silence, as they neared the warmly lit structure. "Where was I?" he asked with a grin, turning to Alysia.
Alysia started quietly with a chuckle. Lucien slipped his free hand into his pocket and wrapped the other about the Priestess' side. His gait was leisurely as he walked along side the Priestess, relishing the time shared.
"...a long long time ago, there were two young men that lived on a small emerald island named Brendan and Ceallach. Brendan was the first born son of a wealthy noble family and Ceallach was the only son of a humble farming family. The lads met at a school run by a monastic order and became fast friends, inspite of their vastly different backgrounds."
Lucien continued to tell the tale of the lads' time at school, as he and Alysia made their way home, telling of the mischief the lads stirred together, their shared victories on the athletic field and their shared struggles in academics.
"If it weren't for Brendan's tow hair and fair complexion and Ceallach's dark hair and tanned complexion, folks would have sworn the two were one in the same. Indeed some folks believed the lads were kin, but most simply agreed the two shared the same spirit."
The avenue broke off the main road, heading northeast and leading to the Manor. The muted sounds of the lake could be heard against the sleepy evening as they stepped onto the road, announcing they were home. Lucien paused, silencing and drew a deep breath of soft fragrances of the lilies, irises and jasmine that greeted them.
"Now," quietly Lucien broke his momentary silence, as they neared the warmly lit structure. "Where was I?" he asked with a grin, turning to Alysia.