As you leave the school, you spot a large, white thing soaring through the sky. Seeing you stop and gawk at it, Sophie explains what it is.
“That is an Astra airship. Only the Council of Orders are allowed to operate them within the Tower, so there must be knights on board. What are they doing all the way up here on the 20th floor?”
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Placing her hands on her hips, Elizabeth eyes Sophie, and then you. “Going on a stroll… and is that Wrinkly I see behind you? Oh, I wonder what the two of you were doing?”
Sophie flushes and protests to Andrew. “We weren’t doing anything, Andrew. My father wanted his help with the groceries. You know how my father is… he doesn’t have a bad thing to say about this boy.” That much was true; you got the impression that Father McClellan favoured you. He was always telling Sophie about how hard of a worker you are, and how seriously you take your studies.
Andrew laughs, brushing off Sophie’s protests. “No need to be so worried, Sophie. Come here. You too, Wrinkly,” he grins. “I have some fun news to share. It might interest even you.”
Staying as reticent as usual, you move closer to the circle of children, though you stand a bit further away from them. You glance at Sophie, who is looking raptly at Andrew with a silly smile on her face. Rain chooses that moment to smack you on the head with her hands, babbling her baby language. She seems displeased about something.
“Still lugging that baby around, aye?” chuckles a portly, bespectacled boy. “You’re almost a town legend, Wrinkly. The burnt boy with a baby slung over his back.”
“Don’t tease him, Scotty,” interjects Andrew calmly. “Now’s not the time for that. No, we have grander things in mind. You’ve seen the airship passing above our village earlier, haven’t you? Well, Scotty knows what they’re here for.”
“Aye. Me dad’s found some ruins, you see,” grins Scotty, adjusting his spectacles. If you remember correctly, his father is an explorer based out of the village. A Mister Nathaniel Howell, all tall and bearded with a jovial glint in his eye and a constant smile on his lips. “Well, I know where those ruins are,” Scotty continues, “and I know how to get us in without being noticed.”
“Fun, isn’t it?” adds Andrew. “We might be able to find an Astra or two on our own… we might even become knights!”
You believe that he is talking about the tradition where those who track down an Astra on their own and demonstrate the proficiency to wield it can be accepted into one of the Orders. A tall order, to be sure.
“But don’tcha already have an Astra of your own?” ventures John, and his twin, Jane, agrees. The dark-haired duo nod and point to the short sword hanging from Andrew’s belt. You know about Andrew's Astra - he is considered to be rather talented even compared to the adults in the village. There are perhaps all of three Astra in this entire village of hundreds, and Andrew is considered good enough to be granted one of them. The boy gives a self-depreciating laugh, and says, “Well, I didn’t find this one after all. My father gave it to me. Besides, none of you have one, do you? This could be your big break!”
“Isn’t it dangerous?” asks Sophie nervously.
“Not at all.” Andrew’s reply is confident. “According to Scotty, Mr. Howell found nothing particularly dangerous in those ruins. We would just have to watch our step, but it would be as easy as talking a walk through the forest. If anything does go wrong, I have my Astra. Don’t worry, Sophie. I’ll protect you.”
Sophie’s blush deepens as Elizabeth jumps in. “And me too, right? You’ll protect me, right?”
“I’ll protect all of you,” grins Andrew, full of surety. “I’ve handled wolves and the like with my Astra, you know that. Why, I dare say that I shall take to the ruins like the heroic Theseus took to the labyrinth! And we don’t have to worry about getting caught, not with Scotty around.”
“Yeah,” Scotty drawls lazily. “If the knights find us, I’ll just use me dad’s name and get us out of it. We’ll say we were lost or something. Nothing to worry about, it’s not too far. We’ll be back by dinner.”
The excited children swiftly agree to go together. As if realizing that he forgot about you, Andrew turns to face you. “You’re coming too, right, Wrinkly?”
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