@awatchfuleye | sc from a week ago probably
Watching airships from the castle was a favorite of the little eight year old prince. The way they floated through the air, rather how they manged to do so, the mechanics within it, intrigued him at such a tender age. One day, he would build one himself, he told himself. He was determined to design it, build it, inside and out, everything, he wanted to do it all himself.
The only thing that could possibly steal his attention was an unfamiliar figure that happened to pass behind him. Looking over his shoulder, head titled, he searched memory for who they could possibly be. A friend of the King perhaps? A visitor? How else would they enter the castle? Hopping from the cushioned widow bay seating, the curious boy hesitantly approached the man, standing mere feet behind from him.
“Who are you?” asked the child, voice small and regal. Maybe he was here for the masquerade? A treaty from another land? Questions swam his mind as he waited for an answer.
