Nyx stood looking at this scrawny kid, standing before him fidgeting nervously in his new Crownsguard uniform for a moment, then he turned his gaze back to Cor.
“You want me to train him? Like a Glaive? You realize I literally can’t do most of that right? As he isn’t ‘blessed’ with the King’s magic?”
Cor sighed, “Yes, Ulric, I know that. But the stamina and strength training the Glaive do will be much better for him than what the Crownsguard training requires. He’s only got two weeks to train, and our training is more long haul than what he needs.”
Nyx crossed his arms, a small frown crossing his face. “Then why hasn’t he been in training since becoming friends with Prince Noctis?”
Cor rolled his eyes but refrained from sighing again, “Because no one deemed it necessary. Now, it is, as Noctis insists on his best friend coming with him.”
Nyx snorted, “You all should have seen that one coming. But, I understand. I’ve no problem training him.” He looked back down to Prompto, “You think you can handle it?”
“Hey, are you alright?” The King asked her. He was on his way to the Arcade, when he saw her in pause. He was curious as to why. Was it important or not?
Gladiolus winced the first time Prompto spoke, grumbled lowly about how he was being too loud and to stop pushing on him the second time, and attempted to roll over the third time, before the tone of voice sank in.
He winced again and cracked his eyes open, too much daylight. He closed them again, managing to slur out, “What’s the problem?”
Aeisla had heard loads about her little brother’s best friend over the years, but she hadn’t yet had the honor of meeting him. Her schedule differed greatly from Noctis’ after all. The only time she really got to see him was at breakfast or dinner if he decided to join their father and herself. Or when one or the other of them snuck into the other’s room at night for video games, or just to talk.
So she’d heard that poor Prompto was being shoved into Crownsguard training in preparation of going with Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis to Altissia. She hadn’t expected to see him at all until the day they left, as she’d made it her goal to tell her little brother goodbye before he could disappear.
However, as she headed for the Glaives training grounds, she was surprised to see the well described blonde head on the platform. It seemed he was being instructed in the various stretches the Glaive did before a workout. She walked up the steps to join him and several other Glaives, going through the stretches, simply watching him for a bit.
She shot Pelna a glace, the current workout instructor, wondering why Prompto was there. The man grinned at her, “Princess, perfect. You can face off with the young Argentum. You and Nyx are about the only ones here that can deflect bullets consistently.”
Aeisla straightened quickly, shock on her face, “You want me to let him shoot at me? But Noct says he’s a perfect shot!”
“You and me both.” Prompto huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall, “And yet here we are. You think they can smell fear? I’m probably reeking of it…”
“According to my mother? Yes,” said Vivienne, her arms following out of necessity; the dress she’d squeezed herself into had no sleeves, and the fabric wasn’t exactly there to keep her warm. “If you’re not one of them, why suffer through it?”
Prompto handed the Oracle a small rectangular package wrapped in a lovely shade of blue wrapping paper with white swirl patterns decorating it. "Happy birthday, Luna." he said warmyl, smiling. Inside was a present pretty typical for Prompto: a framed picture. The frame has craved patterns similar to the wrapping paper. The picture was of a field of sylleblossoms and Pryna runnning and jumping through it as if she were a normal dog. "I-I hope you like it..."
@heartonmytrigger | Birthday |
Lunafreya took the package carefully and unwrapped it, smiling at seeing the photo inside. “Oh Prompto, this is perfect!”
She gave him a big hug, “Thank you!” She was going to put it on the nightstand beside her bed. Right beside the knife Ravus got her when she was eight.