homebound. (earinor & akira)

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    • Of course the prince still disagreed. He didn't even want to be called by his title and he didn't want Edward to be his knight anymore as it seemed. He had nothing he could reply, he just nodded again in defeat and left it at that. He wasn't sure who the childish one was now, the prince that acted like he was someone else, or Edward for hating Logan for a simple joke. It hadn't even been a joke in the first place, he apparently wanted to teach something to Edward and he didn't appreciate it one bit. "I never visited Thria, but there are merchants at the north that trade goods with us. They are very secretive about their home though and mostly don't stay in an inn. I probably don't know much more than you do.", Logan answered the prince meanwhile and let himself fall on his butt in the meadow away from the blanket. Edward felt better having him there with a good amount of space between him and the prince. Yet the prince was the one already agreeing to feed Logan through. Sure he showed them that he probably was worth some money as long as he helped them, but Edward still didn't trust him.

      "Me?", Logan asked looking at Edwards crown. Given, his hair was just as long, but at least not in his face all the time. "Uh... no thanks, I'll keep my hair to myself." Edward wondered what Logan thought of the prince how made crowns out of flowers to present them to anyone who wanted one and he also wondered what he thought of Edward - a grown man - who accepted it. For now however he gave the crown back to the prince as he reached out his hands for it, but only after he took another good look at Logan, probably to figure out what flowers would fit a crown for him. Edward then went to the horses to find their food in the saddlebags. "The dead need nothing. They don't care if you give them flowers, or dance on their graves, because they are dead.", Logan answered pretty straight and Edward turned around with the food in his hands, packed in some paper. "The dead deserve respect.", Edward disagreed, but there was not much strength in his words. He wasn't used to argue, or to not like someone and it felt like he only said it, because he wanted to disagree. But in this case that wasn't true. He believed in the stories of their gods and in heaven, thus the dead never truly vanished, right? For now however he brought the food over to the prince and placed it beside him on the blanket before giving the rest to Logan.

    • Cecils goals didn’t involve upsetting the only person that came with him, that spent all of his time with him and he felt worse and worse the more he said. That was remorse, he knew that, but he should stop siding with Logan and being so defiant probably wasn’t like him, at least not when it was about Eddies opinions. This was boring, if not appalling and he felt like he had to make Edward the biggest flower crown his scrawny fingers had ever managed to make, which wasn’t a lot, but thankfully he didn’t suffer from joint pain just yet. “Are they really that secretive? We don’t even share a language with them, but I wasn't aware that they kept lots of secrets just like that." Logan wasn't wrong, though - they crossed the borders, came to Ylisse if they were desperate enough and brought them wolfish goods, things of a culture unknown, and while nobody cared that they were dare, they also didn't do anything to stand out. They seemed like a secretive folk at best and prying information out of them was neither needed nor easy, after all, both Thria and Ylisse seemed to be nothing more than coexisting with one another, but did they have much of a choice? Cecil couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone who thought different, yet, it certainly wasn't him. "Hm? What a shame. But what I'm curious about, did you have siblings? What about little sisters? Didn't they get their hands all over your hair?"

      The prince didn't know much about Logan and while one might think that it was just a cheap tactic to pry information out of him, Cecil wasn't even doing it on purpose. Curious by nature and none the wiser he was, as he sat out here and tried to keep up with the pace he was setting himself, binding down flower after flower, only to watch the crown become less and less brittle by the second, taking on shape and color. How long could they stay out here? Didn't Logan want to grab something to eat? "But dancing on their graves and ashes would still be disrespectful. Sure, you probably don't care once you dream of eternity, but there's only so many ways to show appreciation towards someone." Would anyone even dare to dance on some ancestors ashes? "Eddie is right, you know? But still, the dead can't judge whatever you do, that's true as well." And therefore, if not for the laws of ones land, there was no real way of knowing. What was it, if not the constant realization that the world itself turned round and round as long as one existed and would continue to do so once they were gone? The prince couldn't tell, yet he patted the spot next to him, looking at his friend. "Come, sit here, I'm sure you're hungry too ... also your crown is finished!" And that meant he could get to the fun part - collecting flowers for braiding, not that making the crown wasn't fun, though, it was one of the few things he was good at, somehow. Though, what would the dead think of a knight that failed his prince and a prince that failed his country? They both had to die for that, something he dreaded even when he just spoke about it, but there was nothing else to that, he was fine, as long as he remained out of harms way, in the shade.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "They don't like strangers over there as far as I can tell, but it's not like Ylisse is very different in that regard. The traders at the border obviously don't have a problem with them, since exotic goods sell for a lot of money, but that's about it. I doubt one of them would feel welcome more to the south. ", Logsn explained, fairly aware that he probably was the most knowledgable of the group. A prince, the youngest at that, probsblx didn't know much about politics, especially not across the border and that Drydan knight? Well his family wad known for only one thing, sticking to their assigned princes or sometimes kings until death. The knowledge Cecil lacked, Edward lacked too therefor. The blonde knew that he could have had the same fate, but he decides to rather live his life on his own, making his own rules and experiences. He also chose who he followed and for now that odd pair seemed like fun. Free food and lodging included. "Siblings?", Logan reiterated Cecils question, maybe Cecil wasn't paying attention enough, but Edward probably could sense sonething shift for just a second. Logan shrug his shoulders. "they weren't interested in that. No sisters. And I left when I was still pretty young." He hsd no reason to answer truthfully, but he did.

      "Showing appreciation for the dead is something the living do for themselves. Not that I mind customs, if you wanna follow them, but if you truly want to cross the border, you might need to get a little bit tougher.", Logsn told Cecil and then glanced at Edward. "And you too." Edward only bit his lip snd looked somewhere else as he sat down close to Cecil with some water and the bakery pastries they bought in town. He knew Logan was right, but he didn't eant to admit it. He still dreaded the first person he might need to kill, he didn't even want to hurt anyone, though he very clesrly intended to, when he knocked Logan to the groubd earlier. At this point, he couldn't be sure how he'd react if he had to fight for their lives. The crown was finished and after it got placed atop of Edwards head, he felt tugging on his hair. Cecil incooperated a view flowers and also pulled the blue strand out of Edwards face. Even if Edward would like shorter hair, he'd never cut it if only for Cecil having fun braiding the long blue strands. "You should eat and drink a bit more, before we continue on.", Edward reminded Cecil however and pointed at the food they bought at the bakery, which Edward brought with him over to the blanket.

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    • Logan was peculiar in many ways, knew much more than both Cecil or Edward and without the resources, they could've been glad they ran into the blonde and made him their companion just like this. Truth be told, no matter what he attempted, he knew that all there was out here was unknown to him and while experience would prove to be useful, he had none. "Hm, you're probably right! I'd like to see Thria for myself, though. I imagine it must be magical ...", he daydreamed for a good minute, wondering what buildings that frosty land sported, or what clothes their inhabitants wore, the further one went north. All the stories one heard about them were rather scarce and unbefitting of a good, mental image, and the clothing that most of them wore when they came to Ylisse to peddle their wares were unlike anything Cecil had ever seen. "My father told me that judging others by what little you know of them isn't right, and that we all should aim to get along! But ... I know it doesn't always work that way." There was infighting in Ylisse, especially if someone felt like they had been handed the short end of the stick, or if someone wished to expand their territory. Cecil was, to a degree, oblivious to it all. "Awww, that sounds sad. Do you ever miss them?", he soon asked. If Cecil was honest, he missed Garrett a bit, the teeniest tiniest bit, but he'd come back home eventually.

      If one only had books and a fathers hand above their head to keep them safe, they'd never grow beyond their self-imposed cage and lack freedom until the end of time - Cecil knew that, better than anyone, and so he'd decided that this was both his and Edwards opportunity to grow, to become someone that neither of them were, simply because they deserved it and, as all things should be, they should celebrate it. "Tougher? I'll try my best! I mean, I want to learn lots and lots, but ... I hadn't had the opportunity up until now. As for Eddie, he is pretty tough already! ... I just, uh ... tend to wear him down if I want something really bad?" All that tough Dryden-exterior peeled right off when Cecil started voicing his ridiculous demands in a sing-song voice that, for one reason or the other, Edward seemingly had never been able to resist. Someone else would feel bad, but not Cecil, who was hard at work by making Edward the prettiest of the three of them - maybe not the strongest, but they had Logan for that! Even then, Cecil wanted to believe that Eddie was, and always would be, his knight in shining armor that would come to rescue him and protect him from anything that lurked out there, no matter how dangeorus. "Yes, yes I will. But I want to finish up your hair first, and I don't want pastry bits in there!", he assured Edward and, once he was done, he beamed proudly. What a marvelous sight that was and how good Edwards hair looked! He scuttled himself between Logan and Edward again, before grabbing a pastry and splitting it into two, handing one half to Edward. "You need to eat as well!" Then, he grinned at Logan. "And you too!", he said, pointing him at the pastries Edward had brought. "Come to think of it, do you two even want pastries? Uhhh, I'm sure we can get something else if you prefer meat. Or vegetables." Cecil, on the other hand, didn't really watch his diet - it wasn't like his body was good at anything, and the same went for gaining weight. Wasn't he rather boney? Too be fair, looking at both Eddie and Logan made him jealous.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Edward was worried about going to Thria and he was worried about Logan and if his intel was any good, or if he was just trying to lure them into a trap to capture them more easily. The truth was, he probably could have captured them already, which gave Edward a bit of hope, but maybe he was just lazy, or it was easier if they followed them willingly, instead of dragging them to some guards to hand them over and get a reward. If they got caught though, given it was by some soldiers, all of this would be over and the prince would be save again. Edward would never betray him and lose a fight about his freedom intentionally, but he also couldn't say that he'd be incredibly sad. His own life was probably over then, but at least the prince got home safely, with nothing more than a sunburn on his nose. Once they crossed the border however, the only hope Edward had was that he'd be strong enough and that the prince just wanted to go home soon. "Sightseeing sounds like fun, but I doubt that it'll just be like a vacation.", Logan told the prince and he was very right about that. It might even be more dangerous for them than now.

      "I don't miss them.", Logan proclaimed, pretty fast at that. His family didn't seem like a topic he liked to talk about, which made Edward even more suspicious. If he was just some random peasant, why would he be so secretive and only answer with the most little information possible? It felt odd to Edward, but he still couldn't point his finger on it. When the prince mentioned Edwards name he got pulled out of his thoughts and humbly lowered his head a bit. He wasn't as tough as the prince thought he was and he knew that very well. Compared to Logan he was a rookie in any way and even when he got the theory down, he lacked experience in real fights as well as some training since they went on their journey. "He certainly does look tired. Don't worry, you can count on me for a while to protect Cecil.", Logan chimed and maybe he meant it. Edward however furrowed his brows and shot him a glance. "Forget it." It was his duty and he didn't trust that man one bit. If anything, he felt more on edge now than before. Silence befell them for a while and the prince continued his work. Logan lay down and looked at the clouds in the sky while Edward kept the edge of the meadow in sight. Once the noble was done with braiding Edwards hair, he finally agreed to eat something, but instead of eating all of the pastry, he split it in half and handed Edward a piece. "I'm good until the evening.", Edward refused, knowing very well that the prince looked forward to those pastries. Once they reached the border he'd not have many opportunities to get some either. Logan pushed his upper body up with his ellbows and looked over to the two of them. A quick glance from Edward seemingly made him stay where he was, even though Cecil sat between them now, which Edward definitely didn't approve of. "It's alright. It's only a view hours to Ilief. I'll have a grand dinner there!", Logan answered laughing, then lay back down again.

    • Cecil believed in the good in other people, often times for better or for worse, and he was hellbent on proving that someone like Logan didn't have any second thoughts about ratting them out, even if he had to admit that he wasn't so sure about any of that. Surely, they were making progress towards an adventure, a shared future of sorts, but they had only met the blonde a short while ago and deluding both himself and Edward into thinking that Logan was, in fact, on their side and would always be on their side was wrong, much like it was an idiotic idea to just share all of their problems with him. "No, I don't know much about what awaits us beyond the border, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to see it. Who knows, maybe the thrians are rather peaceful.", he giggled and imagined it just like that as he was biting down on his half of the pastry, wondering if Edward was simply enduring his genuine sweettooth or if all the time he spent with Cecil had led to him acquiring one as well. No matter what, he liked Edward either way - and he came up with ridiculous nicknames for him once in a while, that much was for sure. For now, they were on the run, though. "Mh, I see! Is there anything you do miss? Like, I don't know, a warm house or the sea?", he wondered aloud, this time not explicitly asking about family matters.

      Eddie didn't seem to warm up to Logan all that fast, and what was more, he refused the pastry he was handed - Cecil wasn't disappointed, just aware that he was living in a dreamlike world where everything and almost everyone would bend at the weave of his fingertip. If a prince wanted something, they'd get it, despite not having any rights to it, simply because they were born into a bloodline that held power, one way or the other. Somehow, it was intriguing to think about, but any other way, it was a bad joke to say the least. "You two should take a rest, I can protect myself for a bit!" Whatever or not he was truly capable of such a feat was doubtful, and yet, he didn't need his companions to stress about him, though, Logan seemed much like a menace that, without much of a second guess, was trying his earnest to annoy the knight. "No, please take one! I want to share with you." Was Edward really fine? They both could stand to eat something that wasn't pastries, and for that matter, he grabbed a piece of fabric, plopped it onto Eddie's lap and then put his half of the pastry there, while diligently eating his own, looking at him like he was a small puppy that Edward had just kicked miles away. "A grand dinner, huh? What do mercenaries usually eat?", Cecil asked, letting himself fall down to look at the sky as well, trying to see whatever Logan was seeing. "Hm, I wonder if father would prepare a grand feast for you if you brought us back home.", he chuckled, imagining all the different kinds of food.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Edward sure hoped that they were peaceful, just as the prince imagined it. Logan on the other hand probably wanted a fight or two, or jus camping out was enough. Edward didn't look forward to that. Not because he wanted a feathery bed himself - no, he didn't even sleep in his most of the time, he wanted a light sleep and that was easier on the floor on the footend of his princes bed, but said prince would have to sleep on a rocky surface and it wouldn't always be comfortable. He wondered if his protégé was accounting for that when he dreamed about their journey. As always however, he didn't talk much, especially not when someone like Logan was around. He seemed to have an opinion about everything. "Maybe. Maybe not.", Logan commented shrugging his shoulders at the prince and then he snorted seemingly amused. "I can visit the sea whenever I want! That is why I like being on my own. If I want to go somewhere, I go there and I earn enough money to sleep at an inn too. I don't miss anything, why would I?" Edward shot another glance at Logan who lay in the grass, eyes closed, the sun shining in his face and he grinned. Wasn't he what the young prince wanted to be? It was not surprising he wanted to trust him.

      "I... I don't need to rest.", Edward spoke and Logan didn't seem like he felt the need to answer that. He left Edward to it as it seemed and just enjoyed the sun and the light breeze. "Oh... okay fine. Thank you m---" Edward swallowed down the princes title which he promised not to use anymore and took the pastry he got. He wasn't a picky eater, but he definitely wasn't as excited about sweets as the prince. Even more reason to appreciate the half of the pastry he got. He started eating it without talking back. A covert glance at his prince reviled that the initial hesitance on the knights side led to a painful expression however, which in turn made Edward almost sigh and look like an apologetic dog who was left outside in the rain by his master. He kept seated when Cecil lay down on the blanket Edward prepared for him and ate in silence. "Hm... well when I'm out and about I hunt. Rabbits, an occasional deer when I hunt for my client too, a boar maybe. When I'm staying at an inn I mostly order meat too, but I'm sure even mercenary tastes differ.", Logan answered Cecils question while he didn't let himself be disturbed by anything. "Don't give him ideas...", Edward mumbled silently, though Logan probably heard that. Then again, knowing the prince was save was not a bad thought.

    • Many superstitions had risen as some sort of public opinion over the past few years. Cecil paid them no mind, but it was true that even he sometimes enjoyed gossip, mindless and loveless gossip at that, and that nothing would deter the noble race of Ylisse - if one could even claim them to be as such - from doing what they did best, which was something akin to running their mouths until nothing remained, until they all lost their individual charme and became an amalgamation of something biger, yet hardly better. "Someones talking in riddles.", he commented, looking over at Logan who had falled onto his back and closed his eyes without a care in the world. Cecil, or rather Edward, had made sure that nobody would know who they were, yet Logan had identified them and what was worse, they had to resort to something like this as a last-ditch-effort, of sorts. "Sooo, you'd take me to the sea if I'd like to go there?", he expectantly asked, almost as if the idea had him smitten with the simpler things in life - places nobody wanted him to be at, because surely, the sun would eventually melt his skin from his flesh. "Just because you aren't there, but ... if you can go there whenever, I guess there's not much to miss. If only I was more like Eddie, we could go anywhere without a care in the world."

      Cecil wished to be like Edward, or even like either of their big brothers, but he wasn't, and even if being like Logan sounded good, exciting even, he knew that something like that was out of question, that it was an unattainable wish which he ran after and that he was making mistakes by simply doing so. "We all need rest, Eddie. It's fine, really." How obvious would it be for Logan to be accompanied by some guys that, for better or for worse, were just lurking in the shadows until they got a sign from the blonde to get a move on and ambush them? No, he had read too many fantasy books on this one, it just seemed incredibly silly to even consider something like that. "You don't need to thank me!", he remarked, grinning like an idiot about it and maybe he was one, one because he ran away from home and one because he blindly trusted strangers and turned a blind eye to red flags what were red and plastered all over Logan and his behavior. For now, he enjoyed the sky and the clouds, doing Edward a favor by putting on his hood and shielding himself with his hand. It was bright and he had to admit that his eyesight was worsening, one way or the other. Would he ever wind up completely reliant on Eddie? He didn't dare ask, much like he tried to not make it obvious that his eyesight wasn't the best, just to not worry anyone, but upon hearing what Logan said, he seemed interested all of a sudden. "Can we hunt something?", he asked, sitting back up and looking between Edward and Logan like an amazed kid that, for some reason, was now craving flesh. "Uh, oh ... I don't mean to burden either of you." Edward was right, Logan was giving him stupid ideas and he shouldn't act upon them. "Sorry Eddie ..."
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "No riddles. I just don't know anything about the wolves lands, but I know that you are way too trusting even in Ylisse.", Logan answered, obviously talking about himself. And Edward was too obedient, never hindering Cecil of anything he was thinking up, be it going on an adventure, or inviting Logan into the group. He spoke his mind and it was paid not much attention. Would that Dryden knight of his explode at some point? yell at his prince? No, he probably didn't have that in him, he seemed rather soft spoken and if his family would have given him a choice, he probably wouldn't have become a knight. That at least was Logans impression after he spent a few hours with the two of them. "Sure, we can go to the sea... I mean, am I not following you, not the other way around?", Logan asked rather confused. He was paid for protection, wasn't he? He'd take that kid wherever he wanted to go and even if Edward would object, he'd take them too. "The sea is not exactly on our way, but we could make a detour." Not a very long one, maybe a view days and with Logan around even some bandits wouldn't bother them, he was very sure of that. "Don't tell me you're already homesick.", Logan remarked though, he himself wasn't and he didn't want to return home ever. They probably didn't even want him there.

      Edward meanwhile picked up on the longing voice his prince head. "We can go anywhere now too.", he said and even though he disagreed, he rather saw the prince happy. Of course he'd always take care of him, but his oldest brother was the same and the crown prince was very capable of protecting himself. "I will, when we are in our room.", Edward answered with a short smile. The prince was too considerate, besides, Edward wasn't as tired as he was yesterday. Worrying about the prince was just a normal day for him, even though the danger was a bit higher out here. If anything he should have been happy to see him smile and enjoy every second of this trip as if he lived in his dreams. As long as he upheld certain rules, like keeping on his hood, not because he could have been recognized, but because the sun was dangerous, it was fine and even now he at least tried to keep his skin from the sun. "I can move the blanket further into the shade.", Edward proposed, but Cecil already sat up again and apparently had a new idea. Logan scuffed. "We as in me and your knight or we as in you join us?", he asked still remaining in his position. Edward didn't even know if he was very good at hunting himself. he knew how to use a bow, but he never really went into a forest. "Tell you what," Logan started again, "We keep our plan, travel a few hours to Ilief, we eat and sleep there and then, since you wanted to go to the sea, we make hour way there and have a camp on the way. We can sleep in tents, hunt and make a fire." Edward didn't like this. "But...!"

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    • "That may be the case, but even then, I have to trust someone, right?" Trusting just about anyone wasn't the right thing, Logan had made that apparent, but even then, Cecil was merely trying his hand at things that he'd never done before and wall that came to fruition was, without a doubt, hardly something to be proud of. Logan and Edward could haul things, were capable guides and hunters, in many more ways than one and Cecil was simply third-wheeling them in hindsight, making amends to better himself, yet unable to do so and locked into a mindset he'd set for himself, simply because he knew. "Y-Yes, I supposed, it's up to me to decide where I go, but, uh ... we aren't in much of a hurry, so if there's someplace anyone of you two would like to see, why not?", he proposed, and with that, Cecil finished that pastry he'd gotten his grubby hands on, only to grab their flask of water and take a sip from it, before he offered it to Edward, who could need a drink himself. Hydration was important, and while pastries weren't the best meal, he imagined Francis and Garrett partaking in some silly activities like these on their own, too. "I'm not homesick! And I'd like to see the sea!" Azenad was landlocked, so was Othidor, and while they had lakes and rivers, they weren't adjacent to the big, vast sea that Cecil often daydreamed about.

      "True! We can go anywhere, as long as we lay low, yes?", he shouted out, excited, and mere seconds away from kicking his feet - Cecil refrained, he wasn't a kid anymore and didn't want to be perceived as such, but often enough, he found himself swimming in the uncertainty of his own ways, merely realizing way too late that whatever he did, while he did it for a reason, he was foiling his own plans for more than just himself. "Are you sure? You can relax a bit now, too. It wouldn't hurt to let down your guard a bit, you know?" Not that he didn't like Edward when he was all uptight, he also knew that, without much of a direction to go in, both of them would be lost on their way to Thria, even though they both also knew their way around maps and some places - despite not being all that knowledgable about the world. "No no, it's fine! I need to see the sun once in a while, and I'm still my fathers son, so I should be able to enjoy some sun ... should, though.", he sighed, exasperated for a second. None of his siblings ever had sunburns, or rarely did, and most of them enjoyed the sun much more than Cecil ever could. It was stupid to lament over, but he knew that no matter what, he'd just hurt himself over it, one way or the other. "I join you? I'd like to see it for myself!" Seeing, in Cecils case, probably also meant crying over a dead bunny who he would confuse with a stone or not see at all. Not that his vision was that blurry already, but ... no, now was not the time. "Oooooh, I like that! ... But Eddie should also get to voice his opinion on the matter! So, what do you say?" No to your prince? Unlikely.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "You already have a knight on your side you can trust, don't you. As for me, you don't need to worry for now, but not every stranger you meet will entertain you.", Logan spelled out, even though it should be common sense. Apparently it was not for a spoiled prince who never left his home. Logan kind of wanted to help him break free, he valued freedom very highly, but at the same time he was almost disgusted by how unknowing Cecil was and by how lightly he pulled Edward into his troubles, when he looked very much as if he didn't want that. Logan didn't say anything to that for now, he just acknowledged the fact. He only joined the party, he didn't need to drive them apart right away. "I'm just excited for Thria.", Logan answered grinning, but he also didn't care if it took a bit longer to reach the border. Edward just slightly shook his head with a smile, apparenlty he also didn't want to go anywhere specific. Then the knight took the water that was offered to him and drank, quite a bit actually, he seemed like he had been thirsty for a while. Logan had his own water. He questioned if Cecil truly wasn't homesick, but he didn't say much more to it, that was something the prince needed to deal with himself anyway. Visiting the sea would be fun however, it had been a while since he was at the coast.

      Edward nodded again, with his typical smile that always seemed a bit strained, but in fact he was just happy to see the prince excited about this and that. He always was and always had been, but for him, who always was by the princes side, it had been quite apparent, that something was missing for the noble. He lost interest in things he had interest in before and the days in the castle felt different. Now he was his own self, maybe even better. He beamed because of every little thing, if only he'd be a little bit more careful. Relaxing was in turn not an option for Edward, he had to take care of both of them and he still didn't trust this Logan guy. He just smiled thankfully, but didn't take a more relaxed position, nor did he lay down with the other too. He was used to long days anyway. He usually woke up early to do his training before the prince woke up to then spend the whole day with him, keeping up late because the prince wanted to read or play games. When the prince voiced that he wanted to stay in the sun Edward sighed a bit. Didn't he already allow him that just yesterday? He already was red around his nose, but Cecil never listened and Edward didn't want to fight in front of a stranger, so he stayed quiet and accepted his princes decision. "See? So you just want to watch us hunt?", Logan asked for clarification and he didn't seem so sure if Cecil could even help if he wanted to. When the prince turned to Edward and asked him for his opinion, with sparkles in his eyes and looking like a child who wanted to keep his new found puppy, Edward couldn't say no, even though he didn't want the prince to sleep in a tent if it wasn't necessary, nor did he wanted him to be hurt during a hunt, or see something, he didn't need to see. Edward looked at the prince and also shot Logan a short glance as if he could help him when in reality, he gave the prince those reckless ideas. Then he sighed and let his head hang in defeat. "If you wish to do so...", he said, knowing that that was exactly what the prince didn't want to hear, so he at least finished with some concerns. "I think a bed in an inn would be more comfortable for you though and you don't need to bother with providing food, I am sure Logan is very capable of hunting for all of us on his own."

    • "Yes, but there is many more people out there, not just Eddie." Someone like Logan, strong and tall and without a doubt capable of many feats. In turn, Cecil was the one that knew how to handle light swords, how to fight in theory, but he wasn't useful in combat, he could only make the best of it with conversations, trying to mend animosity between two parties - a negotiator of sorts, someone that wouldn't always be capable of getting to the things he wanted. "No, sadly. Sometimes, words alone can't resolve a conflict one way or the other.", he agreed; his father was the same, even if he wasn't as down to earth as Logan seemed. Cecil glanced up, then to Edward, who refused to to enjoy the sun with them in a particular way and for once, Cecil decided that he agreed and that he had enough of annoying his knight, which was why he simply got up and sat next to him, away from Logan, in the shade, taking off his hood for a second to reassure Edward that he didn't have a sunburn, despite quite obviously having one. "Thria ought to be fun! Lots of snow, too ... It almost never snows in Azenad, let alone in Othidor. What about you, Mr. Mercenary?", he giggled, wondering if there were any more exciting revelations hiding beneath the carefree facade that he was met with right now. Somehow, he didn't even think about missing home, but now that Logan had mentioned it, he wondered if he did - or if Eddie did.

      "Do you miss home?", he earnestly asked, whispering in Eddie's direction, loud enough for Logan to hear, but silent enough for him to judge. The prince didn't wish to upset anyone, after all, they were going to make nice travelling companions, but maybe Edward didn't feel like admitting to something that he would rather confide in in private. Cecil leaned his head on Edwards shoulder, yawning in the process and closing his eyes a bit, blinking every once in a while to make sure that everything was, where it should be and nothing was disappearing from his view. For now, he still was out here, enjoying the slight breeze, and new companionship, while his father worried his head off - how long until Garrett pranced after them? "N-No, I want to join! I want to hunt too! But I've never done that, so I might need a bit to, uh, get adjusted?", Cecil answered Logan truthfully, humming at the thought of actually killing their dinner - then again, that poor bunny with it's big, dark eyes and soft paws, and ... no! He was a man after all, a bunny was dinner, not some sort of pet that was waiting to be picked up from the forest ground and carted off to be some travelling princes pet! "Eddie ...", he wanted to sigh, but something like resistance followed, and it made him chuckle in turn. "But does Logan want to hunt on his own? And besides, I'm not an old man, I think I can take a night or two in a tent - unless you'd like to sleep in one?", he questioned his knight. Eddie was considerably soft in terms of personality, but hard to annoy - Cecil adored him, but even then, he wished for more resistance. Why, though? Probably because it was so unlike Eddie, and yet, wasn't he supposed to be happy? "Logan, actually, would you fight me?" He could lift a sword alright, and his swordplay wasn't horrid, but ... well ...
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • Edward shot a glance to the prince while he talked to Logan, only to quickly avert his gaze towards the edges of the meadow again. It sounded like Cecil needed and wanted more friends than just his knight who always entertained all his ideas anyway. Edward felt bad for not being enough for him, maybe if he was more like his brothers, the prince wouldn't have needed to leave home, because he had a friend and a challenge right there. Instead Edward had a hard time speaking much and he also had a hard time opposing his prince. The occasional reprimanding was not enough for someone like Cecil as it seemed and Logan who talked and talked and talked seemed much more to his liking. Edward didn't complain, he let them talk without butting in and instead occupied himself with his own thoughts. Did the prince notice? Maybe, because he actually sat up and joined Edward in the shade again without complaining. His face was red already... "That will become a problem anyway. I don't suppose any of you two speak Thrian.", Logan answered. He probably didn't either. Most merchants from there spoke their language, enough to trade at least. "You mean what I'm excited about? Just to see something new and be the first Ylissien actually going places there. I just like adventures." Logan grinned, while Edward didn't understand him at all. He didn't like surprises, he rather knew what he was up against. Out here so many dangers awaited the prince, the castle was much saver.

      The prince even asked Edward a question while he came closer and leaned against him. "N-no... home is where you are.", he mumbled equally silent. It was true, he only wanted to go back for the princes sake, even though it probably meant he'd never see him again. Edward would be thrown into a dungeon and eventually be executed. Even if the prince could make his father pardon his knight, he'd never be allowed near him ever again. Things had been much easer before they left. "Do you know how to use a bow?", Logan meanwhile picked up his and Cecils conversation. Edward looked at him. It's been a while since the prince used one and he got hurt so easily... he didn't like that idea. "If we arrive at the sea early enough I could show you how to set up traps.", Edward suggested instead. There was less hurting involved and bringing Cecil to just sit and wait wasn't possible anyway. "I... I just want you to be comfortable and save.", Edward answered looking down in the direction of his shoulder, but he didn't see much more than white fluffy hair. He then reached for their things, procuring a small tin with some ointment in it. He dipped in one finger and then took the princes hand which was already red too, to softly rub it in. The sooner his sunburn got treated the better. When the prince opened his mouth again and asked for a fight however, Edwards heart sank into his stomach. "Sure!" "No!", Edward and Logan answered simultaneously. "Come on, I won't hurt him. Just a bit of fun, he needs to learn how to defend himself.", Logan said lenient and Edward shook his head. "No, you don't understand. He gets hurt easily." "Don't be so overprotective." "I-I'm not, I..." Logan truly didn't understand about the princes condition. Edward didn't want him to get hurt and even if Logan meant well, he was a ruffian, probably not knowing when to stop. "Hey, you left because of that attitude at home right?", Logan now addressed the prince directly. "Let him experiment and experience new things."

    • Spending time with Edward had always been his favorite, especially when they were younger. Their skills never quite matched, but back then, Cecil was at least not losing his eyesight or quickly burnt to a crisp - it wasn't much better, but he could still deal with most of those things and he still stood a chance when facing Eddie in a playfight, but the older they got, the more mundane their tasks were and while none of his doctors were even sure how long he'd like, he'd always clung to that ridiculous piece of hope that promised him a life with Eddie, one fulfilled and maybe the slightest bit scandalous, much like what Garrett had - someone he looked up to, painstakingly at that. But Cecil was small and looked like a porcelain doll that had become sentient, yet, would burst into thousands of pieces if he took one wrong step. It was awkward, more than that, and the fact that he failed to even fix himself in more than one way was a painful one in many ways. "Unfortunately not much. I read some books and took some improper language lessons, but I never put them to the test against a thrian native.", he commented, leaning against Edward, who would be more comfortable to use as a pillow in different clothing, but then again, he didn't want to complain. "So you like going places? I agree!", Cecil affirmed, almost squeaking like a little rabbit at the thought of it. "I wish travelling was faster, but I also want to see so much on my way to Thria."

      A sheltered life had never been anything that Cecil liked, and while he shuddered at the cold feeling on his hand, he soon eased into it, glancing downward as he was met with the realization that Edwards first instinct was to care for him. It made him chuckle. "Where I am? That's ... sweet of you. Very sweet. I'm glad we feel the same, then." And while Cecil missed more about the palace, Eddie was right. Home was, were ones most important things were, and in this case, those 'things' were a person dubbed Edward, and he was right here, with him, and caring for him. "I do, I'm just a bit rusty. It's been a while, and I never joined official hunts like my eldest brother.", he clarified. Xander had no interest in such things, he was the laziest of them all and for a second, he wondered if William was happy with someone like him, or if he'd prefer to serve someone like Garrett or Meave, who both were seemingly unstoppable in their ways. "Eddie, I'm comfortable and save with you around. I mean, I'd like to know how to set up traps, but don't you think it's a bit mean to send Logan on the hunt all on his own?", the prince soon inquired and he was right, if not righteous in everything he did and therefore hellbent on pleasing everyone with a simple decision. Before he knew better - or could doze off - something akin to a fight erupted between the other two, and it made him giggle a little. "I can defend myself! I just can't lift heavy swords, actually.", he confirmed, opening his eyes again and softly patting Eddie's shoulder. "It's fine! And besides, what could happen? It's not like Logan will throw me around the meadow, like Garrett." Not that anything except thousands of bruises had happened there, but in Garretts defense, they both were young and didn't think about Cecils condition - and it was fun, even when it started to hurt a bit! "Kind of, and also because I want to see new things!", he answered Logan. "Please Eddie, just once!", he begged, taking his hands into his own. "Logan won't stab me! I promise! Right?"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Well that's more than I speak.", Logan laughed. He didn't know a word of Thrian, he never needed to and studying was boring. He left home when he was still young and from that point onwards he learned lessons by simply experiencing the world. He liked it like that and why wouldn't he help a young prince do the same, even if he was already much older than Logan was when he left his family and home. "I am a mercenary so I'm able to go where I want and when I want. I visited almost all of Ylisse, from east to west. Sure, traveling certain distances takes while, but that never bothered me. The journey is often enough more exciting than the destination and it lasts longer too." Logan wasn't meaning to talk himself up, it was simply what had happened. He did a job, traveled with some client somewhere and from there he took another. Sometimes he didn't want to work, so he just traveled where he wanted to, visited cities or woods, sometimes even temples even though he wasn't religious. If anyone understood the call from freedom and adventure, it was him.

      Edward hesitated to continue rubbing the ointment in when the prince shuddered, but it seemed like he only had been surprised. Edward continued more careful still, he didn't want to hurt the prince, he wanted to help him by applying the cooling paste. He even knew how to make that and given they found the same herbs in Thria that grew in their home, they wouldn't run out of it. Edward never saw snow before, but he imagined that white surfaces didn't help with not getting sunburns. Sometimes Edward was a little bit overbearing as it seemed, but at least the prince wanted him to stay thus far. "Well maybe we should do some target practice first, before you try to shoot our dinner.", Logan suggested. Edward didn't like either, the rough bowstring wasn't something for delicate noble hands which were easily cut open. "If we trap our food, we don't need to go hunting. Besides, three people running after prey will only make a hunt harder.", Edward replied and shot Logan a glance that told him to not say that he didn't want to go alone. It would have been a lie anyhow. The prince evaded Edwards soft grip and tried to convince him of the sudden idea he just had, but Edward truly didn't want him to fight Logan. He even thought about offering up himself, but he knew that the prince would just be dissatisfied and Edward himself probably couldn't even touch him. "You don't know that. You were blue all over your body..." Garrett hadn't even been that harsh with his little brother, Edward saw what he was capable of when he trained with Francis. Still Cecil insisted, looking at Edward like a lost puppy that never had asked for anything before. "Right. Don't worry knight, I'll be careful.", Logan helped the prince argue and Edward let out a deep sigh. "Listen, I'm not overprotective.", he said towards Logan, then he looked back into Cecils face. "What if you fought me instead?", he asked, but Logan already got up and after some stretching jumped up and down a few times. "What kind of fight should this even be? Sticks? Fists?" Edward looked up again, imagining how he just punched the prince in the face like it was no problem. "If you hurt him, I'm going to kill you.", he growled in all seriousness, much less calm than he usually was.

    • "Well, I can teach you, in case we need it." Unless they picked up someone that was capable of speaking either language, none of them had any definite exposure to Thria or its language, something that seemed somewhat off in hindsight. Why didn't they embark on a different journey? His father would've surely approved, and if they had claimed to be on a hunt for a mystial, thumb-sized bird, maybe Garrett and Francis would have come with them for additional support - theoretically, his brother was a nutcase. "I wish I could trade with you, or be a mercenary too. That's like, you got your work cut out for you and if you can't get any more jobs in one city, you just move to the next. But I'm neither strong nor skilled enough for that, but ... ah, whatever. I'm sure you know lots of fun stories, though!" Someone had to live a life like that, and while Cecil wasn't that someone, logan was, wihich made him a bit jealous, but on the other hand, showed him just how much better he could be doing. Whatever would have happened if Garrett had forfeited his right to the throne? Maybe he'd be much like Logan, running around the world and seeing things, experiencing what lay at his fingertips and swearing on his skills for as long as he was alive - and while Cecil lacked them, Logan didn't, and somehow it showed once more.

      "That sounds good to me! Uh, but what do we use for practice? Any old tree?" Cecil didn't know the exact distance, but for some reason, he dreaded the result. His younger self - he wasn't quite old anyway - was much more adventurous and better at doing just about anything that he could come up with when it came to a multitude of things, yet, he couldn't do much like this and was reliant on Edward to a fault, even if he didn't want to be. "Hmm, you're right, too. Logan, is it alright if you go hunting on your own?" Reasonably, he was owed a companion, but in practice, there were three of them and one of them had to show Cecil how to set up that little trap of his, while the other had to decide on whatever else they wanted to have for dinner, given the trap wouldn't work immediately and ... going to bed on an empty stomach was almost unheard of. "I was, but it was fun. And I didn't bleed once!" Garrett was considerate, much like Eddie, or almost anyone else he'd ever met before, but Logan was different, willing to challenge so many things, all at once, simply because some pale idiot demanded it from him and indulged the idea, one way or the other. "See? He promised! And he didn't cross his fingers behind his back either!", Cecil chimed, but he already saw that none of that was good enough for Edward, who had his own opinions on many more things, something he was entitled to, yet, this time around, Cecil didn't want the resistance that he was offered - it felt misplaced to say the least. "Sticks? I doubt one of my punches hurts.", he answered, as he was getting up and stretching himself a bit, before he walked over to Logan, only to be stopped in his tracks. "Eddie, it's going to be fine. No need to threaten to kill him already ... and no, you two fought already and if I fought you, you'd just let me win because you don't want to hurt me!"
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Nah, it's fine. I'll pick it up sooner or later when we are there.", Logan answered with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn't like studying, but when he had to communicate - and he liked to communicate - then he'd pick it up. There sure would be people that wanted to talk to come travelers and over a beer or whatever they drank there, it would be possible to exchange and learn a few words. That was his approach at least. "Bodies and skills can be trained, you know? I don't see a reason why you couldn't be as strong as me, or your knight. If you work hard, you can do everything you want.", Logan told Cecil. He ventured out on his own to live his own life. He did have experience in fighting, he got trained, but that didn't mean that he was who he was now back then. Edward seemed to disagree however. He looked like a beat puppy and Logan could understand why. His only validation in life was being there for the prince and the prince himself wanted none of that, fantasizing about being strong on his own.

      "Sure, we can shoot at whatever.", Logan laughed. One didn't need fancy training grounds to get better at something. Even Edward had to agree, that it would only benefit the whole journey if Cecil could make himself useful. Maybe he was a bit small for up close combat, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight. "Huh? Wait... wasn't the deal I get free meals? How come I have to provide food now?", he then answered playfully offended. It was fine for him, kind of and Edward had a point in saying that three people stomping through a forest would only drive their prey away. He would have suggested Edward goes hunting, but leaving the prince with Logan would never happen, he knew that very well. "Fine, I hunt. But you guys cook and set up my tent.", he bargained. "Back then you sounded differently...", Edward mumbled into Cecils direction when he talked about his fight with Garrett. Logan knew enough of the royal family to know who that was. Then he smiled and nodded at Edward to signalize that no, he wouldn't hurt Cecil, he wasn't a monster. Then he already was on the search for two new suitable sticks, since his other broke. Edward stood up too now, the prince didn't want to fight him, but Logan was sure that he got ready to defend the prince in case. Logan smiled at him, but he didn't seem to appreciate that. Once he found two sticks he called out to Cecil. "Catch.", he told him and sent the stick flying. Instead of Cecil catching it however, Edward stepped forward to fish the stick out of the air. He shot another glance at Logan while he handed the stick over to the prince. "Tell you what. You try to hit me with your stick. I will just defend. That should be fair. One hit, I lose."

    • "Alright!", he mused, happy about the fact that, while he could have taught Logan something, he wasn't even sure it was beneficial for either of them. The truth was that, no matter what he did or tried, he could only push himself so far and force skills onto himself that he hardly understood. Sure, that statement was right and Cecil didn't look exactly emaciated, or like he was suffering, but then again, he'd never been able to put muscles on in the first place, not with all the restrictions placed onto him. "I suppose I could be, yes. But all that strength doesn't help much if it still only needs one well-placed stab to end my life.", he answered, shaking his head at the thought. No, that was silly, much like it was silly to declare Thria a dream that would be left unattained - he wanted snow, lots of it, and he wanted to build a snowman together with Edward, no matter what. That meant he had to be able to lift a huge snowball and for that, he should probably train the tiniest of bits, lest he'd come to the realization that no matter what, hope was all but lost in any case. There wasn't much else to consider. "Sounds fun! We'll figure that out, I'd say. Fighting first, training later.", he nodded, more to himself than anyone.

      After he finished stretching, Cecil was already back onto his stupid ideas again, listening in on the conversation that he was mainly a part of, much more than Edward, it seemed. "It's still free if you hunt it, right?", the prince soon said, giggling about it. In theory, yes, but even then, they would provide for Logans lodging, one way or the other, though, tents were a free place to stay as well. All in all, it was a well-rounded mess that neither of them understood. "We can do that, I'm sure! Teamwork is necessary out here, and I'd be happy to learn some new things!" Things he'd never learn any other way. Somehow, he was glad to have met Logan, not only because of the extra protection, but also because he was letting Eddie off the hook and maybe, if they both learned to trust one another, he could rest more as well. "I was ten. Children tend to cry over the simplest of things, but, tell you what, if I get a bruise from fighting Logan, you can pay him back if you want to, sounds good?", he offered his knight with a smile on his lips, squinting at Logan for a bit, before gauging that the distance wasn't that far and that whatever came next wouldn't be so bad - that thing, however, was a stick that flew into his direction and before he could lean forward to catch it, Eddie already had it in his hands and was offering it up to him - the display of animosity from one party to the other was somewhat funny, if kind of sad. "Mh, if you say so! I'll try my best!" His best was the only thing he had, and with that, he nodded at Eddie, firmly grasping the stick. "It'll be fine, stop glaring. A smile suits you much more.", Cecil assured him, looking at the flowers that lined his hair, and grinning, before he charged at Logan. Just how hard could that be? One hit was nothing, but even then, Cecil knew that his strengths were reading and playing games, not fighting and being active.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.

    • "Well I won't say I've never been stabbed before, but being strong normally means you get stabbed less. You can defend yourself and drive off whoever tried to get to you. Edward might not always be there for you, especially not if a whole group of bandits comes after you.", Logan explained to the prince, seemingly not understanding why he wouldn't train if he wanted to become stronger and maybe even wield a sword. Edward wasn't pleased by that. He wanted to be enough for the princes protection, he wanted to always be there for him and protect him from anything that might come at him. When Logan said it like that it almost sounded like Edward would leave the princes side, because he had enough of him and that would never happen. "Sure, after this little fight we should keep going anyway, we want to get to an inn before it gets dark after all, right? We can do some target practice tomorrow, though I'm not sure if either of our bows is suitable for you..." Logan looked like he thought about it for a moment as he scanned the princes body. Afterwards he just shrugged his shoulders. "Well whatever, it'll be fine."

      "Uh... free yes, but I have to work.", Logan pointed out kind of confused that that wasn't obvious. Sometimes he wasn't sure if Cecil just didn't know how the world worked, or if he just tried to be witty. Maybe some time alone hunting wasn't even that bad. "Wait, do I get a say in this?", Logan then butted in. He didn't intend to hurt Cecil, but he couldn't guarantee it either. He didn't want to let himself be beat up by an angry knight after all. Edward didn't back out completely either, grabbing that stick for Cecil and giving it to him afterwards, but then he made a step back, his arms crossed, visibly displeased by this situation. His blue eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, while he also positioned himself between Logan and the horses. It was obvious that he didn't trust him. Telling Edward to stop that look didn't help, but Logan also didn't mind. The little dwarf was already charging at him, very uncontrolled at that. Logan could see what he was trying to do from a while away, but he played nice and simply blocked a few attempts with ease. For the next one he just stepped to the side and let the ambitious attack hit nothing more but air. The big swing had enough power in it to probably throw Cecil off balance, which was why Logan immediately grabbed his hood to pull him back, so he wouldn't fall. He let go again once he was sure Cecil stood safely on his feet, ready to avoid the next eager attack, wondering how often he should save him. Actually... it would do the prince good to fall on his ass for once.

    • "You're right, but ... it's different. I wish I could protect myself so Edward had less work, but I can't. I want to, but it's just not possible, at least from everyone elses point of view." And from his own it wasn't possible either. Cecil had to cut and mourn his loses alread, accept the truth for what it was and stop denying it, and yet, he found himself unable to complete such a miniscule task, unable to move forward in any way from his own little ball of anger that he had stored inside of him. Being older didn't give him many benefits, it only allowed him to run away from someone that thought they knew better than him and yet, that was all he earned from that - and now he had made Eddie mad as well, something that he had neither wanted nor banked on. "We can figure it out, I'm sure. I'll have to be useful somehow, and if I cut my hands with that drawstring, that just means I'm too delicate and need to put in some more work." In reality, it would mean that he'd better get his own bow and also get out of the sweltering heat like this, something he didn't consider, even after having ointment applied to him. Was Edward truly pissed off? It seemed like that, but he had no time, trying his earnest to get ahold of Logan who evaded him or blocked with ease.

      "It was a joke, I'm sorry. I know it was bad.", he mumbled, shaking his head and trying to catch his breath for a bit. Why was he already exhausted? Because he'd not done something like this in the long run? Probably, but even then, Logan didn't back down and just accept that Cecil, no matter what, was losing his marbles over something he couldn't control - no, they both were doing their earnest, but he couldn't be the right partner for someone like the blonde. "Yes, you do. I didn't mean it, but if Edward mauls you, I'll call him back. Be as harsh as you want to me.", he assured Logan all of a sudden, grinning at him, despite feeling several beads of sweat form on his forehead - he either wasn't used to the heat, or to the onslaught of missed attacks and the sudden stumbling that he was saved from with a pull, which was less than gracious, but it was better than falling face-first into the grass. "Whoa ...", he marbled, looking at Logan with starry eyes, before continuing what he had set his mind to earlier - it wasn't until much later, when he attempted another big swing, that he was dodged again and this time, he stumbled forward, unable to regain his balance, and falling face first on the floor. For a moment, he just lay there, taking the impact in and then, he got up, as to not worry anyone. "I'm fine.", he simply exclaimed in Edwards direction, before turning back to Logan, whom he charged at again. "Take this!" Take what? His blows hardly connected with anything.
      Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.