paradisa | Bedtime Stories [ Dictated ]

[ With the ingenuity of children, Ashura has figured out the marvels of the journal once more - if to a lesser degree. Basically, he knows he can talk to people in it, or at least the book is magic and speaks back. He doesn't exactly grasp that there's a real person on the other end, but to a child the difference is of no consequence.

He is sitting up in bed late at night, curled up with Agni the Flareon and Sybil the Espeon as his companions, the glow of a red lantern his companion to keep away the dark.]

I want a story! Someone read me a story! About a prince! And a castle!

[The words are said with a bit less clarity than all that, shaped by a child's demanding and excited squeal.]

Story, story!

[You know he's not going to bed till he gets one, and thus you are getting no peace.]