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078 » before time takes each year
[ Some things never change.
And that's a good thing, Vane thinks to himself as today's training wraps up. The Order's fledgling knights have come a long way since they first put on their uniforms, ready to spread their wings and soar higher — and they're about to do just that, as soon as their missions are finalized — but he's sure that his chickadees won't scatter to the four winds at heart, no matter what. Arthur and Mordred are inseparable, the same as ever. Cruz always knows how to step in whenever Tornelio still needs a little boost. As a team, they've definitely forged lasting bonds, and strengthened what was already there, just like he and Lancelot did.
All of it is enough to bring a smile to a guy's face, a tear to his eye (a few of those, actually). Vane waves off the boys' ensuing questions, beaming brighter. "Great job again, sorry it was just me today! You've all really worked up a sweat anyway and earned a breather for sure!"
Henry, wrinkling his nose at Arthur, who has flung out his arms in a stretch, pipes up with a pointed remark: "And a bath..." Laughter follows his completely accurate observation, fading from the training grounds then, alongside the young knights' footsteps.
Vane watches their retreating backs until they disappear from view. They'll manage just fine from here on out, together and apart — and these upcoming missions are going to split them up for a while.
Not that it hurts to check up on them beforehand. ]
And that's a good thing, Vane thinks to himself as today's training wraps up. The Order's fledgling knights have come a long way since they first put on their uniforms, ready to spread their wings and soar higher — and they're about to do just that, as soon as their missions are finalized — but he's sure that his chickadees won't scatter to the four winds at heart, no matter what. Arthur and Mordred are inseparable, the same as ever. Cruz always knows how to step in whenever Tornelio still needs a little boost. As a team, they've definitely forged lasting bonds, and strengthened what was already there, just like he and Lancelot did.
All of it is enough to bring a smile to a guy's face, a tear to his eye (a few of those, actually). Vane waves off the boys' ensuing questions, beaming brighter. "Great job again, sorry it was just me today! You've all really worked up a sweat anyway and earned a breather for sure!"
Henry, wrinkling his nose at Arthur, who has flung out his arms in a stretch, pipes up with a pointed remark: "And a bath..." Laughter follows his completely accurate observation, fading from the training grounds then, alongside the young knights' footsteps.
Vane watches their retreating backs until they disappear from view. They'll manage just fine from here on out, together and apart — and these upcoming missions are going to split them up for a while.
Not that it hurts to check up on them beforehand. ]