[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
I [said with the kind of snotty arrogance only a tiny child or a complete ass can manage] am a pure blooded prince of this empire. You'll be gone soon if you don't learn.
[It's broken enough that the bones have just begun to shift, but in the scheme of breaks it's really not very bad. It's bad enough when you're a spoiled five year old though, so he's wailing.]
[He'll quietly wait out any shouting and stomping or whatever Ariel does, kind of completely ignoring him except to keep an eye on him so he doesn't attack or something.]
[He attempts to do this with a broken arm. Which results in a lot of whining and wrapping his other arm and legs around Sion. You're going to get snotty baby tears in your hair.]
[It'll wash out. Now it's a matter of sticking the poker through his belt like a sword and scaling the well carefully. He's more than strong enough to carry a five year old up the well, it's just a matter of solid hand and footholds to the top.]
[He is in fact good. He just holds on and whimpers every time his arm is jarred and sniffles in Sion's ear and generally is a gross tiny child.
The well is climbable if you know what you're doing and are fit enough to do it. But when you get out the scene is definitely not a party. The well disappears behind you, turning into a charred and broken flowerbed, and you find yourself even more faded, beginning to be noticeably translucent.]
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[He reaches out and wraps his fingers around the broken arm, not hard, but any touch will hurt.]
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Don't touch it!
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Do you know what you are, if I leave you in this well?
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[Sorry Sion you have a tantrum-throwing baby on your hands now.]
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[Idly scoping out handholds for climbing out.]
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I was dragged here from the isolated tower of a very sad child. But what you are is a little brat. Why is it connected?
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[Just. Sad exhausted hiccups.]
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[God does it matter. The kid's a spoiled little monster but he's still part of a heart. He sighs and turns and crouches to give him a hug.]
I can climb out of here.
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...Don't go...
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I won't leave you alone. But you need to behave.
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[Look at this smile it's the beginnings of a charming little liar.]
I will, so don't leave me.
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[Or he will... try. To the extent an Ariel can.]
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So if you can't be helpful, or at least not cause trouble, I can leave you here.
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[He seems completely terrified of that idea, and clings on more tightly. No no nope he does not want to be left.]
I won't mess up!
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[He lets go though.]
Climb onto my back and hold on. I'll drop you if you wiggle too much.
[He won't but Ariel doesn't have to know that.]
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[He attempts to do this with a broken arm. Which results in a lot of whining and wrapping his other arm and legs around Sion. You're going to get snotty baby tears in your hair.]
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The well is climbable if you know what you're doing and are fit enough to do it. But when you get out the scene is definitely not a party. The well disappears behind you, turning into a charred and broken flowerbed, and you find yourself even more faded, beginning to be noticeably translucent.]