Chapter Thirteen- Back to the Roots

[noblewomanspage]

[There’s a thirteen year-old British boy sitting on a couch in the lobby, his legs pulled up to his chest and his journal sitting beside him. The clever little thing has already figured out how to use it.]

I'm bored. This is a magical castle, right? Shouldn't there be witches and fairies and the like?

[He shifts around a little before speaking into the journal again.]

Oh, right. Is my papa- [He clears his throat, trying to sound manlier.] Is John Chaucer here?

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[squartatore]

[oh, there are witches all right. She would know. Not so sure about fairies, though. Also, have an ill-disguised snort at his attempt to be manly -- "papa," really?]

If he is, you should be hearing from him.

[noblewomanspage]

[He is the manliest of the manly.]

Oh. All right. Who are you, then?

[squartatore]

[she'll believe it when she sees it]

Someone just as bored, given that I'm actually answering.

[noblewomanspage]

What shall we do then, if we are both bored?

[squartatore]

Whatever we feel like, pretty much.

[noblewomanspage]

Do you want to go outside?

[squartatore]

As in outside outside, or the city?

[onlyanapple]

...Chaucer, you say?

[Oh, it can't be]

[noblewomanspage]

I did say that, yes. Do you know my family?

[onlyanapple]

Maybe. Do yo know a Geoff at all?

[noblewomanspage]

My name is Geoff! Geoffrey Chaucer. [Sounding rather proud.]

[onlyanapple]

...Oh.

Well, this is interesting.

[noblewomanspage]

[Geoff hasn't had to watch his tongue quite as much, being young and at home.]

You're being rather rude, not telling me why you know my name.

[onlyanapple]

If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.

And yes, I am rude generally.

[noblewomanspage]

I'm in a magic castle! Try me.

[onlyanapple]

Okay. You asked for it.

I know you. Adult you.

[peacockherald]

_{[No. Just... no. Havens....]}

Geoffrey?

[noblewomanspage]

Yes?

[peacockherald]

Is that.. you?

_{[But.. you're tiny.]}

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Clever thought he is, Del crawls her way up quietly, to perch on the back of his couch, bright hair fluttering like confetti over his face as she looks down at him.]

Not here, oh no.

[noblewomanspage]

[He giggles.] How did you get up there?

[fishy_go_byebye]

How?

[That was a good question, and she tries to remember while she blinks blandly at him]

Don't play with dice.