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Sameth, Wallmaker and Prince of the Old Kingdom ([personal profile] makesthings) wrote2009-12-01 07:08 pm
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At Somersby-Too Far from Home

The wind was blowing from the South and Sameth wished he could change it, but the Charter wasn't even there.

Today in class, Cochrane had been lecturing them on the merits of democracy and kept giving him pointed looks so that he had to try and speak up for monarchy.

It was horrible and he didn't do a good job of explaining things since so much of it depended on the Charter and explaining his family's hard history.

In the end, he didn't feel like much of a prince and going outside didn't help since nothing felt quite real enough.

So he ended up in his room staring down at a piece of paper and wishing for ideas, but all the things that he wanted to do needed the Charter.
wordofa_sayre: (outside looking up)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2009-12-31 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Wouldn't want to fall, right..."

Nick's only half paying attention now. He's craning his neck in order to get a better look at the rickety extended staircase that leads to the top of the arch where the bell is fastened, and the birds' roost there.
wordofa_sayre: (questioning)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
His glances travels further around the tower room, and all at once Nick brightens.

"Ah-hah, there!"

Without hesitation, he starts toward the other side of the room and the old ladder that the staircase had been built to replace.
wordofa_sayre: (sideways smile)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
"The ladder--"

Nick makes his way along the catwalk with total unselfconsciousness and complete disregard for anything as mundane as safety. He reaches the ladder and pulls it away from the wall, sneezing once as a cloud of dust flies into the air.

"--it looks sturdy enough, I'm sure it'll be fine--"
wordofa_sayre: (sideways grin)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
"What? No, it's old wood, it's supposed to creak like that."

He shakes the ladder, which wobbles a little, and then glances over his shoulder at Sam and grins.

"Come on, help me lean it across to the joist."
wordofa_sayre: (slightly sheepish)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Should have moved out of the way," Nick says, blithely.
wordofa_sayre: (sideways smile)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, good show, then," he retorts, instantly reversing himself.

The ladder wavers in the air as he pulls it fully upright and starts to push it out over the drop.
wordofa_sayre: (Default)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure there is, all we have to do is--"

He leans forward, attempting to steady the ladder... and then leans too far.

Wood rips against wood as the ladder's feet skid against the catwalk, and then it slams down against the arch. Pulled off balance, Nick staggers and falls sideways, clinging like grim death to the thin beam of wood.
wordofa_sayre: (blond and brooding)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-07 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sam, no, get back!"

The ladder creaks and shudders, then the end of it slips sideways along the arch, dragging Nick along with it.

It comes to rest with a thump against the bell, sending up a loud peal and startling the birds into flight.
wordofa_sayre: (smiling)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-09 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Away from the edge!" Nick yells. He's dangling over the drop now, with a solid grip on the slender span of the ladder and no foothold at all--

--and, incredibly, he's laughing.

"Told you the ladder was strong enough! It's the bloody catwalk that's the problem!""
wordofa_sayre: (Default)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-09 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Um, I'm still working on that," Nick admits.

One hand slips a little, and he hastily tries for a better grip.

"Got any suggestions?"
wordofa_sayre: (skeptical)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Good a thought as any--"

He swings back and forth a little, then reaches for the next rung, and the next.
wordofa_sayre: (lightning illumination)

[personal profile] wordofa_sayre 2010-01-09 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Window," he gasps, as he stops moving from rung to rung and hangs still. "Before he gets up here. Can climb out that way, there's a ledge--"

Nick begins to swing back and forth, back and forth, picking up momentum in what looks like preparation for a jump.

"Just let me--"

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