"∂σи'т fяєт ρяє¢ισυѕ, ι'м нєяє-"

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Olin turned, rolling his eyes so Corvo couldn't see. He'd grown to be...petulant, sometimes. Call it teenage angst. He hurried to the bathhouse, ordering a tub be filled for him.

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo watches him do and frowns faintly, stern as always... They had been clashing more and more over recent years but the old man stayed steadfast.

(Mini time skip?)

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[ Sure- when should Tehran come back? ]

[CrimsonMoon]

(Soon *ominous spirit fingers* xD)

-TIME . SKIP-

Corvo wandered the garden, gently pulling a dark blue flower that was beginning to wilt from its stem. He turned it over in his thin, quavering his hands, seeming deep in thought as he strokes the wither petals

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"Has my father written you?" Olin's voice was beginning to deepen with age now. He stood with his arms crossed and a sword sheathed at his side in the garden.

[CrimsonMoon]

Corvo looks up, seeming to slowly emerge from his thoughts," In fact a messenger just arrived. It seems the eggs have been finally reached and obtained... But it seems there's only one."

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Olin frowned deeply, "One? Were the others taken?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Destroyed." He sighs softly and rubs his face in exhaustion," By factions whom fear another return of dragons," he tilts his head," Your father will be returning in a few days, but you still have the month off."

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"I do?" He sounded a bit surprised, "...Thank you."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Now run off, explore before I change my mind and realize what a mistake this was," he harumphs

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Olin turned and ran off through the garden, laughing happily.

[CrimsonMoon]

-SMALL . TIME . SKIP-

As he entered the city, smells of millions of spices and foods filled the air in wonderfully exotic perfume. The sun was bright and warm- laughter came from plazas and villas. People waring bright fabrics were sometimes flanked by guards and magnificent horses and beasts pf burden were lead through the streets-

(I have an idea xD)

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(What what?)

Olin moved through the city, ecstatic to have time on his own. He was allowed out on occasion, since he always carried a sword with him

[CrimsonMoon]

(Pickpocket to buddy to something xD)

The crowd crushed down upon him, suddenly someone bumped into him. Nearly pushing him into a fruitstand. Another person grasps his shoulder," Are you alright?"

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Olin scowled and pulled his arm away, violet eyes snapping to the stranger's face, "I'm fine," he snapped.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man pulled away from him quickly, backing up slightly and holding his hands up," Woah there, no need to snap," the boy had ebony black hair streaked white in certain places and his skin... Was darker then the deepest color of chocolate yet his eyes were as blue as blue could be. A smile curls his thin lips," Agh- you look like you're not accustomed to this hubbub, eh?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Bump