The Falcon's Prince "A story? You guys want me to tell you a story?" Shin asked, watching the kids who had gathered at the foot of her chair. Three little heads nodded eagerly, looking up at her and the shinigami couldn't help but sigh. Who could say no to kids after all, especially when they were this cute. She sank back into her large egg chair, crossing her legs and pressing the tips of her fingers together. A story... a story... What story could she tell? She didn't know any decent stories these kids hadn't heard before. She had to make one up on the spot. Already, Lunis had settled by her feet as had Cinnamon. There was no getting out of it.
The Emperor, Sire and KingThey could still hear each other despite the din of the midday crowd as the three of them sat in the far corner of the cafeteria. No one turned to look at them. They were, after all, very important people within the Dragons Heaven and most everyone knew their faces and the positions they held. Of course, in this place, those positions were set aside. They were just one of the crowd now, a table of three men sharing food, drink and company. They had to line up to get it like everyone else. They had to find a chair like everyone else. They did this every afternoon, when their breaks would allow it. One would contact the other and they would offer remind the third that all work and no play made jack one very dull boy and off he would be whisked to join them for lunch.
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