[ Ekkehardt thinks that sounds weird but doesn't know enough about law to dispute it so SURE WHY NOT THAT MIGHT AS WELL BE IT ]
That sounds like it'd be fun...reading whatever you want.
Oh! I didn't want to be a doctor at first. I wanted to be a... [ Pauses while he struggles to recall the word properly. ] ...a mortician! My adoptive father's one, so I wanted to help him so when he gets really old he doesn't have to work as much.
[ He's old enough to recognise that the person who cares for him isn't related to him by blood, but he doesn't mind at all. His father loves him all the same, so it doesn't matter. ]
But he said I should use my magic to help people, so it's less work for him! So I guess it works out.
[His brows knit together behind the mask. That word sounds familiar. He knows he's read something about them before.]
Ohhhhh, the guys who work with dead people. That makes sense. I'd probably want more doctors if I was him too. It's kind of like a team.
[He takes a seat next to Ekkehardt. He's only talked with the other boy for a little while, but he's already decided Ekkehardt meets with his arrival. Someone who likes to read is already A+ in his book (ha).]
[ He just nods. This other kid understands, which he's pleased by.
Avery has always been talked about, to him, in fairly vague terms, and not really by name. His father had never taken a lot of interest in what could be described as politics of that nature, and so Ekkehardt had grown up with the concept that the royal family existed and was important, but not much beyond that. ]
I'm Ekkehardt. It's nice to meet you, Avery. [ He glances at his book, and thinks about what else to ask. ]
What's your magic like? If you have any, I mean. [ There's a chance that he might not, after all! Best to cover his bases. ]
[ Why does he sound like he's bragging about that..but also Ekkehardt, quiet and generally well-behaved as he is, is still a kid, and he's easily impressed. He applauds with a fair amount of enthusiasm. ]
It's so bright... I wish I could do something that looks like that. [ He sounds a bit wistful. Healing powers are hard to show off, after all. ]
[ He watches with interest as Avery starts climbing. He has no particular investment in joining him right now, but it's still more interesting than his book at the moment.
Books are any time! This new social interaction is worth more. ]
Is that what you do when you're a lawyer? Put people in jail?
That sounds neat! But it kinda sounds like you wouldn't get to do as much reading, since you'd be filling out lots of forms and putting bad guys in jail and all.
[ He thinks for a moment. The amount of information he knows about Daemon Court (if such a thing even exists) is approximately.........zero. So that might as well be correct! ]
That makes sense.
[ IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR HIM. ] Daemons probably beat each other up a lot. Like they do with humans, except they probably don't kill them as much. So they probably don't need to go to court.
[ He nods, just as solemnly. That's true. Daemons are weird. ]
I wonder why they hate salt so much. A lot of books say it repels them, but they don't really say why...
[ Ekkehardt technically isn't..........wrong...in some ways because salt is an effective way of keeping some daemons out but. This is a weird way to jump onto that topic. ]
Someone probably switched around the salt and sugar when they were making cookies. Or unscrewed the cap on the salt shaker so when they went to salt their food they got a whole pile of it.
[ Ekkehardt could definitely just not agree to this plan at all and- ]
Sure. I'll ask my father. [ His dad knows everything and taught him basically all he knows about spiritual stuff so clearly, summoning a demon is within his knowledge base!! ] I've got a weapon, too! I didn't bring it with me, though.
[ spoilers it's a knife ] But I'll bring it next time.
[ And Ekkehardt has no idea when he'll see this kid again or even if he'll see him at all?? But this sure is happening. Demon summoning plans.
And he still has no idea he's talking to the prince of the kingdom. It's fine. ]
[It's another week before Avery shows up again, and when he slinks away from his servants anf finds Ekkehardt, it's easy to tell that he's sulking, even with his mask fully covering his face.]
They wouldn't let me help with the cookies. But I managed to steal a couple salt shakers.
Oh, you came back! [ He didn't actually expect it to happen, but he's clearly pleased to see Avery. He has some books and a knife in a fancy sheath that he's carefully holding. He is Responsible Enough For Knives Without Supervision, which is a sacred parent-child trust bond.
For him, anyway. ]
Salt shakers are good. That should definitely be enough. You brought your sword too, right?
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