17 A Childs Promise (1/2)

After everyone was introduced, the parent's all left to discuss some matters. Matters that we as children weren't prived to. Instead, we'd been ushered into one of the many lounging areas within my house.

It was now just Silvyr, Cecily, Ekon and I, in a room with a few maids and butlers that were serving us snacks. It was night and a fire had been drawn for us. I'd long ago shed my shoes and the jacket, we all found blankets and curled up on the couch.

The boys on one couch, and us girls on the other. Ever since I said that I would be friends with Cecily she'd not left my side. Her brother was staring with down with blatant envy, and I even caught a hint of envy off of Silvyr.

But I think it was envy at the fact that little Cecily was occupying my arm.

”You shouldn't hug on her like that Cecily it's not ladylike at all,” her brother scoffs at her raising his nose up.

”What would you know Ekon? Your just jealous that I finally have a friend,” she retorts.

I sigh softly to myself and reach out grabbing the glass of blood that was out for me on the table. There was an assortment of delicacies on the table that are made out of blood, and of course, non-blood ones for my guest.

Silvyr was keeping quiet and sipping on the tea that had been brought for him. Although, I knew that he was paying close attention his ears would twitch every now and then as the two siblings argued with each other over nothing.

I was a little jealous of their rapport since I was the youngest child and the youngest by a long stretch, I didn't have that sort of relationship with my Brother. I hadn't met any of the others either.

”Ekon, how old are you?” I ask trying to break up the bickering.

Tilting his head to look at me, he pauses but answers me after a moment.

”I'm seven, two years older than everyone,” he says sitting back into the couch.

The fire gives a small crackle, as one of the logs in the fireplace breaks apart from the heat.

”Ah, then do you plan on trying a temple for a class soon?” I ask.

”I'm a bit young for that, most humans tend to challenge a temple at fifteen, there are cases where some try at ten, but it would be unthinkable for me to try earlier,” he says with a hint of annoyance.

It looks like I've asked a bit of a dumb question.

”You're being rude,” his sister snaps at him.

He shoots her a glare. ”I know that it might seem odd, but humans aren't as strong as Vampire or Elves, we're off a lower race in terms of physical strength. Most will learn combat arts before and try to pick up skills to survive the temple. It might seem like we start late, but at fifteen we've hit a growth spurt and our stats get raised naturally,” he elaborates while reaching out and grabbing a cookie.

He takes a bit out of it, and his brow wrinkles slightly.

”I see, it was my mistake,” I say with a small nod.

He opens an eye and gives me a once over.

”You're a bit odd aren't you for a high-born. Most of your kind hates my kind,” he says as he takes another bite, ”Most actually don't care for my kind since my kind's uncooperative.”

I smile and swirl my glass before taking another drink.

”That's true, that your race is one that isn't well-liked. But I don't hold prejudices, one can't be judged solely on their race. Everyone is different and unique; besides you don't hate me for being another race do you. Nomads have held to the belief that all are created from a God or Goddess, therefore we are all equal. I quite like that belief,” I tell him with a smile.

”You're indeed being small-minded, my father always speaks highly of the kindness of the nomads, but you've been nothing but combative,” Silvyr says with a stern voice.

A bright red flush appears on Ekon's face and stretches to his ears.