06-04-2017, 03:15 AM
He was used to being shifted to another place, more so from his ordeal with his actual family. He would often have to be moved to different areas like a dirty little secret. Clearly, the secret was on the verge of getting out and dear ol' grandfather proposed getting rid of him. Well, there Trystan was again, being shifted to who knows where. This time, he was in the clouds.
He had never been that high up and the thought of being so high definitely made his bare feet twinge with the notion that one false move, he could take a plunge down below and fall somewhere with a horrible splat. Who truly cared for a Cursed after all, right.
"That's definitely reassuring," he said with a slight green to his face. He looked at the other male that was acquired. He was still in a bubble, clearly to prevent him from escaping. Nothing said final than whisking two individuals who didn't have the means to get down up away into the sky.
"You seem to hold some sort of status, I take it," he asked in regards to seeing the large mansion. They may have had magic, but Trystan knew the social statuses, from the low to high class, with the Cursed lower than Low. He knew his way around a mansion though. It wasn't the first, but rather the second. He lived a luxurious life before, down in the cellar.
"Well, I doubt I hold any strong merit asides from manual labor and a few subjects. Whatever you need in that angle, I'd be happy to serve asides the guinea pig notion."
He glanced at the bubbled up male. Really, he felt sorry for him, but they were practically helpless in this situation. Why not try to get along as much as possible? Trystan's personal vendetta was not with Minos after all. It was his grandfather.
"Are you positive he will be alright," he asked the Mage. "I hope I'm not overstepping a boundary, but a rebel. Isn't that at least a cause for alarm on some form?"
He had never been that high up and the thought of being so high definitely made his bare feet twinge with the notion that one false move, he could take a plunge down below and fall somewhere with a horrible splat. Who truly cared for a Cursed after all, right.
"That's definitely reassuring," he said with a slight green to his face. He looked at the other male that was acquired. He was still in a bubble, clearly to prevent him from escaping. Nothing said final than whisking two individuals who didn't have the means to get down up away into the sky.
"You seem to hold some sort of status, I take it," he asked in regards to seeing the large mansion. They may have had magic, but Trystan knew the social statuses, from the low to high class, with the Cursed lower than Low. He knew his way around a mansion though. It wasn't the first, but rather the second. He lived a luxurious life before, down in the cellar.
"Well, I doubt I hold any strong merit asides from manual labor and a few subjects. Whatever you need in that angle, I'd be happy to serve asides the guinea pig notion."
He glanced at the bubbled up male. Really, he felt sorry for him, but they were practically helpless in this situation. Why not try to get along as much as possible? Trystan's personal vendetta was not with Minos after all. It was his grandfather.
"Are you positive he will be alright," he asked the Mage. "I hope I'm not overstepping a boundary, but a rebel. Isn't that at least a cause for alarm on some form?"