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"Lordling Saderzaine, your humble servant Eliezer is here," came a voice from behind the door to his room. "Eli, please be quiet. I fear you're mocking me with such a formal tone," Sader replied with a tired grumble. He and Eliezer were good friends despite their difference in social status, but the older-young man had a penchant for leg-pulling at the worst of times. "Oh, pardon me Sader, I just perhaps thought your fancy education had made you a bit too good for little ol' me." Sader grimaced, almost able to sense the grin from behind the door. He swept the sheets to the side and sat up, groggily taking in the scene: His desk messed with papers and the early morning sun, almost too bright, filtering through his window. "Can you shut up until I get dressed, please?" he said with a wave to nobody, sliding off of the mattress and barely managing to catch himself as one of his still asleep legs buckled under the weight of his upper half.
Finally armed with some peace and quiet, the boy stumbled into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. With that first step completed, he miraculously managed to wake up enough to steady and get dressed, choosing a smart-looking white button-down shirt and similarly colored trousers. On top of that was his grey coat, a piece of clothing he had come to value as a portable blanket. "You still there, Eli?" he asked with a bit of false brightness, a bad sign to anyone that knew him well enough. "Uh...no?" came a quick response. "Right then, open the door. I'm getting my revenge for your talk-back here and now. You're to carry me on your shoulders to the dining room and no complaining," he explained in an exaggeratedly imperious voice, perfectly willing to use his position to give as much as he got. Eli grumbled a bit in jest, apparently in the mood to be combative..ish. "Saaader...You should know that I'm quite tired myself," he said in an attempt to counteract his decided fate.
However, the fates or at least their messenger of thirteen years old were not so easily trifled with. "I understand but do not care. Now, crouch." Well adjusted to politics and the maze of responsibilities that came with being noble, he had developed a policy of no mercy when in an argument. Realizing such effort was futile, Eliezer accepted the loss and waited as Sader took a seat atop their shoulders. "You're very lucky you're not all that old yet. I can tell ya that there'll be no more o' this in a few years." he said with a bit of a huff. "You'll be far too heavy for me then." After a quick journey to the dining room and a nice breakfast, the two of them headed over to the courtyard. Sader was of course rather aware that in a normal family he would be doing this kind of thing with his father, but that was a bit unfair to require of someone like Marx. His father had enough on his plate running the Vel and managing the house so he had chosen to make do with the butler as a companion.
"Well, I'd like to go out to the city, but keeping up with my practice also means I should spar some first. Are you trained in combat at all?" Sader asked, picking up a wooden sword and brandishing it at his potential opponent. In turn Eli chose a pair of short wooden daggers, holding them with the poise of an expert thief. "Yeah. I had another job before I began working for your father. Let's just say that much. Rest assured your victory won't come easy, young Vult." Sader grinned at such news and backed up, taking a fighting stance. "Wouldn't have it any other way, friend! What fun is a fight you know you'll win?" With that said, he summoned his power and felt his magic flow into his forward steps, quickly closing the distance with one pace and swinging at his opponent's chest. Eli responded by leading the strike to the side using the flat side of his daggers. "Gotta do better than that, kiddo," Eli teased as he backed up. After a few more traded blows and guards, the boy had gotten fed up.
"I'll show you better, Old Man." Sader replied, bringing his sword up in a pretend attempt to heavily strike his foe. Before the strike could land, though, he dropped the blade and sent his magic into his feet, surging forward and sensing his fist victoriously hit skin. That was always a nice feeling. He paused and allowed Eli to reel before bowing. "That'll be enough for now. I guess I should use my time outside of the academy wisely. Are you up to explore the city?" His caretaker was still rubbing his jaw a little bit but nodded, his eyes more impressed than angry. "I have heard a new pet shop opened up, is that alright?" Sader nodded at the proposition and called a servant over to get some ice and then call a carriage. "Well then, we'll get going in a jiff. I've seen to our carriage already, just like dad does."
After the visit to the inner city things were mostly uneventful and Sader went on to sleep well. The following day he simply had breakfast and said goodbye to his family, walking out to the school approved carriage and noticing Eliezer. There was no friendly banter between them as he was walking down the path, just a shared look of friendly fondness and a salute from the latter. He had a rather nice suit on and looked quite like the butler he was hired to be. "I had fun, Eli! Excited for my next trip home!" Sader exclaimed as he settled into the vehicle and began to relax as the horses began clip-clopping all the way back to the academy.
Finally armed with some peace and quiet, the boy stumbled into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face. With that first step completed, he miraculously managed to wake up enough to steady and get dressed, choosing a smart-looking white button-down shirt and similarly colored trousers. On top of that was his grey coat, a piece of clothing he had come to value as a portable blanket. "You still there, Eli?" he asked with a bit of false brightness, a bad sign to anyone that knew him well enough. "Uh...no?" came a quick response. "Right then, open the door. I'm getting my revenge for your talk-back here and now. You're to carry me on your shoulders to the dining room and no complaining," he explained in an exaggeratedly imperious voice, perfectly willing to use his position to give as much as he got. Eli grumbled a bit in jest, apparently in the mood to be combative..ish. "Saaader...You should know that I'm quite tired myself," he said in an attempt to counteract his decided fate.
However, the fates or at least their messenger of thirteen years old were not so easily trifled with. "I understand but do not care. Now, crouch." Well adjusted to politics and the maze of responsibilities that came with being noble, he had developed a policy of no mercy when in an argument. Realizing such effort was futile, Eliezer accepted the loss and waited as Sader took a seat atop their shoulders. "You're very lucky you're not all that old yet. I can tell ya that there'll be no more o' this in a few years." he said with a bit of a huff. "You'll be far too heavy for me then." After a quick journey to the dining room and a nice breakfast, the two of them headed over to the courtyard. Sader was of course rather aware that in a normal family he would be doing this kind of thing with his father, but that was a bit unfair to require of someone like Marx. His father had enough on his plate running the Vel and managing the house so he had chosen to make do with the butler as a companion.
"Well, I'd like to go out to the city, but keeping up with my practice also means I should spar some first. Are you trained in combat at all?" Sader asked, picking up a wooden sword and brandishing it at his potential opponent. In turn Eli chose a pair of short wooden daggers, holding them with the poise of an expert thief. "Yeah. I had another job before I began working for your father. Let's just say that much. Rest assured your victory won't come easy, young Vult." Sader grinned at such news and backed up, taking a fighting stance. "Wouldn't have it any other way, friend! What fun is a fight you know you'll win?" With that said, he summoned his power and felt his magic flow into his forward steps, quickly closing the distance with one pace and swinging at his opponent's chest. Eli responded by leading the strike to the side using the flat side of his daggers. "Gotta do better than that, kiddo," Eli teased as he backed up. After a few more traded blows and guards, the boy had gotten fed up.
"I'll show you better, Old Man." Sader replied, bringing his sword up in a pretend attempt to heavily strike his foe. Before the strike could land, though, he dropped the blade and sent his magic into his feet, surging forward and sensing his fist victoriously hit skin. That was always a nice feeling. He paused and allowed Eli to reel before bowing. "That'll be enough for now. I guess I should use my time outside of the academy wisely. Are you up to explore the city?" His caretaker was still rubbing his jaw a little bit but nodded, his eyes more impressed than angry. "I have heard a new pet shop opened up, is that alright?" Sader nodded at the proposition and called a servant over to get some ice and then call a carriage. "Well then, we'll get going in a jiff. I've seen to our carriage already, just like dad does."
After the visit to the inner city things were mostly uneventful and Sader went on to sleep well. The following day he simply had breakfast and said goodbye to his family, walking out to the school approved carriage and noticing Eliezer. There was no friendly banter between them as he was walking down the path, just a shared look of friendly fondness and a salute from the latter. He had a rather nice suit on and looked quite like the butler he was hired to be. "I had fun, Eli! Excited for my next trip home!" Sader exclaimed as he settled into the vehicle and began to relax as the horses began clip-clopping all the way back to the academy.
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