22.Jul.13, 07:16 PM
"I would never!" Faredin drew himself up, all offended dignity. He might not be a troublemaker by trade, but he knew the rules as well as any boy: never squeal to the adults. Well, not unless someone was hurt or gonna be hurt. The unfinished threat he ignored as relatively unimportant- if Quenym had anything to back that up with, he wouldn't have left it unfinished.
Besides, Faredin wasn't a wuss. He was almost old enough to Stand and knew how to face trouble like a man.
"That's pretty good." He admitted, listening to the sounds of movement inside. He hoped Quenym remembered to let them out, eventually, before they starved and died. That'd stink up the Hall something awful. "But what's the next one, then?" He asked suspiciously. He hadn't forgotten that the last time he'd gone along with one of Quenym's great ideas, he'd ended up lost for a whole day.
Besides, Faredin wasn't a wuss. He was almost old enough to Stand and knew how to face trouble like a man.
"That's pretty good." He admitted, listening to the sounds of movement inside. He hoped Quenym remembered to let them out, eventually, before they starved and died. That'd stink up the Hall something awful. "But what's the next one, then?" He asked suspiciously. He hadn't forgotten that the last time he'd gone along with one of Quenym's great ideas, he'd ended up lost for a whole day.