-Azuloas’ Mindspace-
When Azuloas rolled over, he rolled off the bed and jerked himself awake. Kicking his legs and coughing up water the moment his head raised above it. Looking at the stone walls above his head, he could see that he was in some sort of tunnel.
It looked like one of the sewers he usually escaped to when he could. He’s dragged Aldona into them before, their small enough that they can drop down the entrance. Through his glad that it looks cleaner than the villages sewers.
No one looked for them in the sewers, no one followed them into the sewers. Since they never knew what was done there, both he and Aldona have collected who knew how many daggers and swords from the sewers; along with empty training fields.
Pulling himself onto the wooden pathway, the same wooden pathway that he had rolled from in his sleep. He spotted iron bars, the bottom of them rusted as water went under thick metal walls behind said bars.
Azuloas could see the outline of a dragon, curled up on itself like a snake. Writing that Azuloas couldn’t read, but it didn’t look like the writing he had seen in Šuo’s books.
“Where am I?” Azuloas asked himself, the water was too clean to be Sashan’s sewers, the water was clear and not the icky browny-green colour it always was when he and Aldona were forced to hid in them.
“Your mind room, mind space as my lovely wife calls it,” a man answered. “It’s part of the Vitkus bloodline.”
“I’m Azuloas,” he told him as he turned around, the man was standing in front of the iron bars and he was dressed in all black, bandages going around his left leg. It looked like where the Kareivis and Apsauga would keep their daggers, or small metal tools that are harder to kill with, but Aldona had told him once ‘was good at paralysing’.
“Nojus.”
Azuloas looked at Nojus until his earlier words caught up with him. His mind room, mind space, was the sewers! His mind was literally in the gutters! Gross, he didn’t know he had such a dirty mind, but why would his mind space be a sewer in the first place.
“Azuloas,” Nojus said slowly sitting down, so that they were looking each other in the eye. Azuloas didn’t know why Nojus looked sad, something in his eyes spoke of shame and guilt. “Why do you feel safest in the sewers?”
“No one looks in the sewers,” Azuloas told him.
“Mój syn, moje biedne dziecko,” Nojus said pulling him onto his lap, arms wrapping around him as he was pulled closer to his chest. His hair and eyes were the same colours as his own, Nojus could pass as his father or old brother. His skin tone is slightly warmer than his own, slightly darker, as if he used to live further north or west. “It would seem your training needs to start a few years early, sooner than I’m comfortable with.”
“Can I show Dona?”
“Of course.”
“Dona’s my sister, I was born first!”
“Of course, you can show your sister.”
Azuloas grinned at Nojus, training! That meant he would be able to protect Dona better and stop the mobs before they laid a hand on either of them! Maybe he and Aldona would be able to find better hiding spots, they could hide and giggle as the drunks looked around trying to find them!
“What’s with the dragon?” Azuloas asked him, pointing to the slightly glowing dragon. It was a soft gold colour, the same shade as Aldona’s hair.
“I don’t know much, but I promise when your older, Mój syn,” Nojus told him, thumb tracing soothing circles around his arm. “It’s a burden no one should have so young. A curse only seven must put up with.”
“Only seven,” Azuloas repeats.
“She won’t be happy with me,” Nojus admits, humming as he leans back against the wall and smiles at him. “Promise not to look it up.”
“Can’t read,” Azuloas told him. “How do I leave?”
“Just close your eyes, mój syn,” Nojus told him, smiling even as his eyes go to the metal wall and the softly glowing dragon. “And you’ll fine, your part of Vitkus Clan, there’s nothing you won’t be able to do. Mój syn. Kocham Cię, mój syn, moje dziecko.”
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