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(The sound of steel of hitting steel can be heard from the tower where the Mages frequent. There are also spells being shouted to the open air and bright flashes of light.)

This castle grants wishes, but only to a certain degree. If the restraints were lifted, what would you wish for? What would you change about your environment?

There are times I feel...weak. Yet this castle has given me everything I could ever want.

(Except for Gala and being a true Herald.)

I want to grow into a man that others can depend on. I know now that mistakes can become strength. Everything I need to be the best version of me is already inside of me.

(He chuckles softly and sheathes his sword.)

I try to be humble too. Sometimes.

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_{[ It did not take Vanyel much time to figure out where Tylendel was. Perhaps it was their bond, but he seemed to know on an instinctually level where his beloved was, if he really thought about it. Not an exact location, but enough he could guess, and he usually did so rightly.

He came once the other had worked himself out, he approached close and opened his arms to him, kissing the soft golden curls. ]}

Peacocks are never humble, my love. But they are reliable.

(Their bond is stronger than ever and Tylendel smiles broadly when Vanyel enters the room. The sword is soon forgotten as he runs into those awaiting, open arms. He kisses a line down his cheek, beaming at him.)

Since when did I turn into a peacock?

You've ruined me.

I think my aunt would have much to say on that subject.

_{[ He tugged a golden curl, feeling very satisfied to have his beloved
in his arms. He had been worried with the Spirals, where he had not been
himself. He was glad to see their relationship had not been damaged by his
forced mania. ]}

Were you practicing your magic again?

I rarely listened to her. (To his detriment most of the time. Tylendel cups Vanyel's face between his hands and sighs in relief.) Are you feeling better? I know that was hard on you, but a little spell won't make me love you any less.

(He glances at his sword and nods.)

And my fencing. I want to be a well-rounded husband for you. (He doesn't want Vanyel to have no choice but to defend him all the time.)

_{[ He turned his head and kissed his fingers. ]}

Much better thank you.

Well enough to have you take up your sword and fence against me.

_{[ He grinned, letting him go and wishing up his own rapier. He had
never been a heavy sword type of man, and his rapier had always served him
well. He swung it a few times, nodded at the balance, and turned to stand
at the other end of the room, poised in the traditional fencer's challenge
pose. ]}

(The relief is clear in his eyes. His lips find the bridge of Vanyel's nose.)

I'm glad. (Knowing Vanyel is feeling well sets him at ease. He laughs at his lover's offer and picks up his sword again. It's broader than Vanyel's rapier, but it has a slender make to it.)

Go easy on me, Ashke. (He winks and makes the first move, clashing their blades together.)

[ He listens for a little while, trying to figure out if he can piece together how the magic works by sound alone. Nope, he's better when it is all around him. ]

Aside from the obvious, a treant, a polwigle, and... [ He's silent for a moment. What was that other one? ]

... there's another one. I can't remember. It is "some monsters", really.

[ Because he is uneasy about his friend... ]

_{[ He laughed brightly, meeting the thrust easily and stepping into
riposte. He had always thought Tylendel talented with a blade, and really
the only thing Vanyel had on him no was experience, but that could make all
the difference in any fight, couldn't it? He kept it light though, stepping
and dancing through the paces, enjoying the bought - obvious by the grin on
his face. ]}

Treants and Polwigles are monsters too? (They sound pretty cute.) I'd like to see what they look like.

(It's like a drug watching Vanyel smile. Tylendel drinks in the sight of him and meets each thrust with ease. His defense skills are top-notch and his young body moves and flexes to avoid the tip of Vanyel's rapier.)

Do you enjoy all of your bouts this much?

Treants are thick trees that walk, and polwigles are blue tadpole like creatures that are about as tall as the knee of the average man. [ Squirrigles are the best. ]

I have a monsterbook, but cannot transcribe its images well. [ Due to the whole "can't see" problem. ]

I have one monster already, but there are others that could be helpful.

Haha, no, not quite so much. I am a bit old to play with the Trainees back home, and otherwise I am on Circuit.

_{[ He panted and dropped down low and thrust forward, a sharp little
move he had learned and perfected on said Circuit when fighting off the
Karsite mages' demons. ]}

I want to see them even more! (Those sound amazing.) Could I help you with that?

(He won't mind a few projects. They will keep his mind off of the upcoming "big day".)

What sort of monster do you already have?

Your age has nothing to do with it. You would best them and break their confidence.

(His expression softens. Van is definitely that thoughtful.)

Havens, I would love to go on Circuit with you.

(A yelp follows the new move and Tylendel drops his blade.)

... I .. could give you the information - let you look through the monster book - and you could attempt to convince the castle that you want one as a gift?

[ He doesn't know what other type of help Tylendel is offering. Still finds this friendliness confusing! ]

A Minicoid. It is... a round mushroom about as tall as my knee.

_{[ Vanyel bites back a little grin of victory, standing straight and
sheathing the blade, allowing Tylendel time to regain his. ]}

I would have loved to go with you too, my love. Having you all to myself with no obligations except when we come to the villages? Heaven.

I would appreciate that. Learning about new worlds and their inhabitants has become a hobby of mine since entering our dear Cair Paradisa.

(Tylendel is all friendliness. Like a puppy.)

...may I visit?

(He shakes off the sting of being bested and picks up his sword, sheathing it against his hip. A small, mischievous grin crosses his lips and he suddenly pulls Vanyel back into his arms.)

What do I do for you in this so-called heaven?

_{[ He laughed, letting himself be tugged forward. His own arms slid
around Tylendel, kissing his cheek. ]}

Things I dare not even whisper in a tower of mages, my love.

(He opens the bond between their hearts and minds, sending out bright tendrils of gold to hear his lover mentally.)

Then use a different voice. We both possess the ability.

If.. you want- Mayoccia isn't quite friendly yet ..

[ Tylendel wouldn't ask if he didn't want to- ]

Third floor-

That's alright. I can be patient. (Who can be mad at a little mushroom?) I'll be there shortly!

(After cleaning up a little, Tylendel makes his way downstairs and knocks on Duke's door.)

It's me!

::Yes, that we do, my love::

_{[ It felt nice to talk like that again, as they did in their most
tender moments. He touched his forehead to Tylendel's, smiling. ]}

::You regretted not being able to talk to me like this, remember?::

(The innocent jealousy of a younger Vanyel never fails to make him smile.)

::Yes, I remember. I was jealous of Gala so very much and anyone else who could speak to you like this. I wondered what it was you shared, if it was different.::

_{[ He reached up, stroking his cheek gently. ]}

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