"Like sneaking out from the castle to see how it feels to walk around the city without all the guards watching over your every step. Drink, flirt, get into fights. Stupid things like that. Rhy would invent the most outrageous of disguises for us, but we always got caught or recognized anyway."
Kell smiles. He snaps his fingers. It turns his usual black coat into a ripped and dirty jacket stained with soil and soot, darkens and weathers his pants and boots. A poor man's clothes. The thing underneath doesn't change. It's just an illusion, a little trick or air and light.
"Because Rhy wouldn't get caught dead wearing something like this. Never would have sacrificed looking good for believability, and always insisted on keeping all his jewellery."
Kell lets out a sigh, a call out to those many times when he tried - and failed spectacularly each time - to convince Rhy to be a little less conspicuous.
"No matter how many times I told him, he'd look as beautiful in more modest clothing, and will be a lot safer looking less obviously wealthy, he never listened. He loved coming up with all those ridiculous disguises. We did get robbed a couple of times, threatened and beaten. It didn't change his mind. I think he liked the risk element involved. Knowing I would never let him get seriously hurt."
Because that was the truth. Even when they were children, Rhy could test the limits of how far Kell would let him push, but he knew he'd never be in any serious danger. Kell could get annoyed, he'd complain all the way, but as soon as he decided things go in the wrong direction, he intervened. Most of the time, all he had to do is reveal who he really was. And watch grown up men flee with a genuine dread in their eyes from one spoiled princeling and one feral creature that protected him. It took Kell time, and no small amount of chastising from Tieren, to stop going all out with his magic in those moments. This part was always his fun part in their illicit outings. He liked the feeling of power. He liked seeing adults fear him. Same adults that would otherwise laugh at him and mistreat him because he looked different from basically everyone in the city. Scrawny, pale and foreign. Tieren had really tough job convincing him to reign his impulses in, but even the guards knew Rhy is safer with him than he'd ever be with them.
Kell snaps his fingers once again to make the illusion dissolve and he's back in his regular Thornean clothes.
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Kell smiles. He snaps his fingers. It turns his usual black coat into a ripped and dirty jacket stained with soil and soot, darkens and weathers his pants and boots. A poor man's clothes. The thing underneath doesn't change. It's just an illusion, a little trick or air and light.
"Because Rhy wouldn't get caught dead wearing something like this. Never would have sacrificed looking good for believability, and always insisted on keeping all his jewellery."
Kell lets out a sigh, a call out to those many times when he tried - and failed spectacularly each time - to convince Rhy to be a little less conspicuous.
"No matter how many times I told him, he'd look as beautiful in more modest clothing, and will be a lot safer looking less obviously wealthy, he never listened. He loved coming up with all those ridiculous disguises. We did get robbed a couple of times, threatened and beaten. It didn't change his mind. I think he liked the risk element involved. Knowing I would never let him get seriously hurt."
Because that was the truth. Even when they were children, Rhy could test the limits of how far Kell would let him push, but he knew he'd never be in any serious danger. Kell could get annoyed, he'd complain all the way, but as soon as he decided things go in the wrong direction, he intervened. Most of the time, all he had to do is reveal who he really was. And watch grown up men flee with a genuine dread in their eyes from one spoiled princeling and one feral creature that protected him. It took Kell time, and no small amount of chastising from Tieren, to stop going all out with his magic in those moments. This part was always his fun part in their illicit outings. He liked the feeling of power. He liked seeing adults fear him. Same adults that would otherwise laugh at him and mistreat him because he looked different from basically everyone in the city. Scrawny, pale and foreign. Tieren had really tough job convincing him to reign his impulses in, but even the guards knew Rhy is safer with him than he'd ever be with them.
Kell snaps his fingers once again to make the illusion dissolve and he's back in his regular Thornean clothes.
"We got in trouble a lot."