m a r c u s
The youngling loved hearing stories about his parents, their friends, and all their adventures they had gone on. All of the valiant battles, everything that they stood for displayed in their actions and collections of their histories.
Marcus shifted again on his chair so that he crouched atop the oak seat, huffing slightly as he started on the word. Deimos’ massive hand covered it so that Marcus could focus on its parts. Having pronounced it “heel-hoe-und” the first time, Marcus knew it wasn’t correct, since Deimos had stopped him on it.
First, he sounded the “h”, kept in the long “e” and the “l”. He lifted a brow and tilted his head to look at the warden again, waiting for him to either correct him or to let him go forward.
Marcus shifted again on his chair so that he crouched atop the oak seat, huffing slightly as he started on the word. Deimos’ massive hand covered it so that Marcus could focus on its parts. Having pronounced it “heel-hoe-und” the first time, Marcus knew it wasn’t correct, since Deimos had stopped him on it.
First, he sounded the “h”, kept in the long “e” and the “l”. He lifted a brow and tilted his head to look at the warden again, waiting for him to either correct him or to let him go forward.
