Manigoldo trembled when he heard his master’s words, as if a demon had just appeared before him. Sage, on the other hand, was tranquil and motionless, his back muscles moving up and down with every breathe. Ah, that kid needed at least a hundred years of experience to fool an old muvian, even in small matters like that.
And his voice... Too loud at night.
“Hush, boy.” Finally a movement came from the Pope, his voice soft still. Calmly he sat down, silver locks of hair invisible in the dark room. His eyes couldn’t see a thing, but his memory and Cosmo had the chamber mapped. Not only the place, but its visitor too.
A hand searched for the young one, the heavy palm finding the top of Manigoldo’s head. His hair was a mess as usual, pointy and growing toward any direction it desired, like a wild plant. Sage didn’t pat his head that time, his gaze staring at the distant roof. Silently deciding the best thing to do next.
“Because there is where you will sleep for the next days - or years, if you so desire to stay.” A pause before continuing. “You have to get used to your new bed, and companions. They are down there too, no.”
But they were all so distant. All absorbed in their own anxieties and worries, their training and wounds. Especially at night, when the silence was thick and inescapable. He had been there too, he could remember one moment or other, and he understood his pupil’s actions. Mani was a child looking for comfort in an unknown place, and Sage was... his comfort, apparently.
He couldn’t spoil Manigoldo too much.
Sage lowered his head, a glance at the boy’s direction. He could not see, but his master had a half smile on his face. “But. Tonight you may stay, if you keep quiet. Only tonight.”
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