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[CrimsonMoon]

Maida blinks at Indigo, looking suddenly guilty," She... Maida wouldnt be able to wake you easily... She'll wake me up... Just in case..." Indigo murmurs, gently pushing the girl back down and kissing the Mute's forehead

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"A simple touch on the shoulder would do, actually," Olin took off his tunic and folded it in the same way, placing it on top of his jacket, "I'm a notoriously light sleeper."

[CrimsonMoon]

" ah," Indigo murmurs and smiles, bumping her forehead against Maida's. The little blonde smiles brightly.. The two obviously were very close...

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"Now get some sleep," the prince instructed, lying down on the cot, "We have a long ride ahead of us."

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida hums in agreement and closes her eyes, wrapping her arms around Indigo's waist

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TIME . SKIP

The next morning came quickly. The sun shone brightly and birds chirped in the trees. Prince Olin Targaryen was already awake and ready for the day, shouting at his men to take down the tents and get ready to move on. He let Indigo and Maida sleep for a little longer. His tent would be the last to go.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo had woken shortly after him... Yet pretended to sleep until he had left, she woke up Maida gently and they begun to pack... Indigo's gaze hovering on a sword...

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"You two better pack quickly," Olin's white-blonde head popped into the tent and he watched them with unwavering purple eyes, "We're leaving soon."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Done... We packed your things..." Indigo murmurs

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Olin grabbed his sword and raised his eyebrows, "Thank you," he replied in a monotonous way, "Brighund will bring you your horse." He grabbed his things and took them to his own white stallion.

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida and Indigo exchange glances before following

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A young boy around the age of sixteen led a young roan mare over to the girls, "Here you are!" Brighund chirped, his dark brown eyes bight.

[CrimsonMoon]

Maida tilts his head at him, bobbing it in greeting

Indigo takes the reigns from him," Thank you..."

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Brighund smiled, his expression so much warmer than most of the men, "Would you like help mounting?" he asked.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No thank you," Indigo murmurs, vaulting onto the horse and swinging Maida up in front of her

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"Very well, but the Prince would like me to escort you to him," the boy gently took the horse by the reins and started leading the mare.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo watches and bites her lip," very well..."

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Olin was already mounted and ready when they reached him. The Targaryen prince nodded, "Thank you, Brighund," he murmured to the boy, his voice slightly less severe than usual. The boy smiled bashfully and hurried away.

[CrimsonMoon]

Indigo smiles," You're fond if him...."

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"Brighund is my squire," Olin looked at Indigo and shrugged, "The boy is around me plenty. He's a good enough kid, if not a bit naive."