Random Scarian Drabbles

7:3

Grian woke up slowly. He felt a soft but firm mattress underneath him. It took him a few minutes, but he remembered he was in the prince’s room. He rolled over and saw said prince asleep on the couch. He slowly sat up and stretched then hopped out of bed. He glanced out the window to see it was past sunrise and decided to wake him up. He shook him a few times and after a few complaints, Hotguy finally got up.

“Good morning,” Hotguy yawned. Grian simply smiled. “Let’s go get something to eat. I’ll have someone wash your clothes if you don’t mind of course.” He looked over at Grian for permission that Grian happily granted with a nod. The clothes were handed to a housekeeper, and they walked downstairs and into the dining room.

“Good morning!” Hotguy happily chimed to the chefs. The chefs echoed the same thing back. “Could you make breakfast for two?” He asked and smiled when a chef nodded his head. Hotguy led him to the table and pulled a chair out for Grian. He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as he sat down. Hotguy sat in the chair to his right.

Hotguy talked to him about anything and everything throughout breakfast until the queen and king showed up. Once Hotguy saw them, he greeted them. “Morning mother, father.” He nodded his head respectfully to each as he greeted them. His tone was completely different compared to the calm voice Grian had gotten used to hearing. It surprised him how quickly it had changed.

“Why is he wearing your clothing?” the queen asked. “His are in the wash.” She stared at Hotguy disappointedly but ignored it and followed her husband to get breakfast. They could hear the two talking to each other.

Then the housekeeper from before came up to the table and whispered in Hotguy’s ear. He thanked them and got up. “Your clothes are done so we should head back to my room.” He whispered quietly and offered his hand to Grian. Grian took it and they walked back to the room.

After they got changed, they headed out in search of another prophecy. “Where are we going?” Hotguy asked as he ran a hand along a tree just outside the village. “Well first, we’re going to get you a Cheep.” "So, you can talk!” Hotguy eyed him up accusingly. Grian hadn’t even realized he hadn’t spoken a word all morning. “Wait, wait, wait. Could you repeat your statement for me?” Glad to know the words finally registered. He thought sarcastically. “I said, we are going to find you a Cheep. You said you wanted one, right?” He was suddenly nervous, but he didn’t know why.

Hotguy gasped and a smile quickly made its way onto his face. “Really?!” He squealed like an excited child. “You mean it? I can have a little friend?!” “If you quiet down. Cheeps will come to you if you’re around long enough and quiet. It’s not like they can’t stand noise, they just prefer quiet environments.” Hotguy nodded but his large smile stayed on his face. Grian motioned for Hotguy to follow him to the small pond. He sat down and motioned for the elf to do the same. “If we wait long enough, they’ll have to come down and get water.” Grian spoke softly and watched the ripples that the water bugs created.

“What do we do while we wait?” Hotguy no-so-quietly whispered back. A light chuckle escaped his lips. “Why don’t we work on your whispering abilities?” Hotguy put on a playful look of hurt and brought his hand to his chest. “My whispering skills are amazing I’ll have you know!” Grian had to cover his mouth to stop from laughing aloud as he saw a Flooglop turn to face the elf before quickly hopping off. The air blew softly past the two of them as they sat there trying to ‘fix’ Hotguy’s whispering ability.

Hotguy was halfway through a sentence when a Cheep started to approach. “Hotguy, look,” Grian whispered. Hotguy turned his head and saw the Cheep. The Cheep had grey fur and dark grey stripes along its back. Its stomach was white, and it had three tails--the rarest amount. The Cheep took cautious steps forward and paused. “Don’t just stare at it. It might feel like you’re trying to hunt it or something.” “Aww... but it’s so pretty!” Despite his complaint, Hotguy looked away from the animal.

“You could brainstorm names while we wait,” Grian suggested. “Oo! Good idea!” Hotguy sat in silence for a few minutes while Grian stared his beaming green eyes. “Brainstorming finished!” he declared. “The name will be Jellie!” A soft purr came from behind him. Hotguy jumped slightly and they both watched as the Cheep walked around Hotguy, cautiously getting closer.

Hotguy kept glancing at the Cheep then at Grian, then back to the Cheep. “What?” Grian chuckled. “Is it okay to pet?” The way Hotguy looked at him reminded him of a child. “Only if she lets you. If she doesn’t want you to, then you’ll probably be bit.” “How do you know it’s a girl?” he asked curiously, momentarily forgetting about his thought of petting the pretty creature. “The stripes. Males don’t have as many.” By now the Cheep was in arms reach.

“Hi baby,” Hotguy cooed, stretching his scarred arm out. The Cheep carefully sniffed his hand. Grian smiled at the sight. It was obvious from the way she acted that this Cheep had been tamed before. The Cheep rubbed its head against Hotguy’s open palm. Hotguy smiled and his eyes met Grian’s. He smiled back. “Looks like she likes you,” he spoke softly. The Cheep, who Grian guessed was now officially named Jellie, crawled closer to the elf.

“Will she come with us?” he asked, staring desperately into the other’s eyes. “Give her food and she’ll probably follow you anywhere.” “What do they eat?” Hotguy quickly asked. “Here,” Grian handed Hotguy Cweets for the creature. “Here Jellie,” Hotguy’s voice was soft like he was talking to a sleepy baby. Jellie happily accepted the treat and before long the Cweets had disappeared. “We should probably get going, we don’t have forever.” Grian stood up and offered his hand to Hotguy, who gratefully took it. He smiled as the Cheep rubbed against his leg.

Looking up, Hotguy asked, “Where are we headed?” “Don’t know.” Grian answered honestly. “When are you going to teach me anything about being a king?” Grian let the question linger as he thought of something to teach the elf. An idea popped into his mind.

“Why don’t you lead?” He stopped walking and gestured for Hotguy to walk up. “Uh... What?” Hotguy glanced nervously at the other but stepped up anyway. Jellie followed closely. “I don’t know where I’m going; how am I meant to lead you anywhere?” “I already told you I don’t know where I’m going either. Just pick a direction and walk. Whatever happens, I want you to make the decision.”  Grian could tell the other was nervous, but he knew he had to stick to what he said. Not only would that make a good role model, but Hotguy needed to learn how to make decisions in quick situations to be a good king.

Hotguy hesitantly began walking. In his nervousness, he didn’t pay attention to where he was stepping and tripped on a root. Hotguy let out a small yelp and Grian couldn’t help but laugh. “You okay there?” he asked with a playful grin. “Mhm. Peachy.” Hotguy brushed himself off and stood up. Jellie squeaked and Hotguy bent down to pet her with a smile. “I’m alright Jellie.”

“Oh, so she gets an answer and I get a sarcastic remark?” Grian teased. “Yup. She cares about me.” Hotguy teased back. Grian couldn’t help but feel hurt at the other’s statement. “I care!” He argued though his tone was more playful than hurt. Hotguy smiled.

“How do you find the places that need a prophecy completed?” Hotguy asked and started walking. Jellie and Grian followed. “I don’t find them; I get pulled towards them. Once I’m a certain distance away, a force begins to drag me towards it.” Grian explained. “Does it hurt?” Hotguy asked sincerely. “No. If anything it’s just annoying.”

“Canary!” The two whipped their heads towards the sudden shout.