A Story and a Song...

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Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (smallspot ) and anyone who wants to run into a cute little kid.
Where:  An open grassy area near Building One.
When:  8-19, in the afternoon
Format: Starting in prose, but please use whatever you want to reply!
Summary:   There are a lot of fun ways to spend a warm afternoon, though, for a bitty knight the best way to spend it is...training!  Oh, and sometimes stopping to sing songs to his 'family.'
Warnings: Cuteness?

For once Diarmuid is using his cloak as something other than a blanket.  Right now, he is carefully spreading it out on the grass so that he can set his new toys on it.  With him are three small stuffed animals he got at the end of the festival--two adult swans and a baby one.

"Here is the father swan," Diarmuid carefully sets the first of the adult swans onto the cloak--the one he has picked to represent his foster father, Aengus.  He then sets the other adult swan next to the first, this one representing his foster mother, Caer, "And here is the mother swan!  And here is the baby swan who isn't lost anymore!"  The boy sets the baby swan in front of the two adults and then jumps up and claps his hands happily.

"Now the whole family is together again!  Watch me, Father!  Watch me, Mother!  I'll show you what everyone has been teaching me while I've been away!"  The boy bows to the toys and then picks his practice sword up off the ground.  He takes a few steps away before starting to practice the new sword moves he's been taught by Suzaku and some of the others who have offered to train him.

He knows that the toys aren't really his family, of course, but over the last few days he's been more homesick than usual and talking to them like they are helps for some reason.  Once he's practiced for a while, Diarmuid will sit down by the toys for a rest and to sing some happy songs to his 'family.'  After a few songs, he will jump up and start practicing again.  Diarmuid isn't really paying attention to anything going on around him, but he will be happy to talk to anyone who approaches him and be even happier should anyone decide they want to train along with him.

Comments

[smallspot]

He will come back soon. I know it! Deadlock is looking for him. If Lord Wing doesn't show up on his own, Deadlock will find him!

[Diarmid nods, confidently.]

I hope he will take us both flying soon. Won't it be so much fun? But...what is a cockpit? When Lord Wing flew with me, I just was on his shoulder.

[beforetights]

He said it was a little seat that people sit in when he flies in plane mode. He can turn into a plane, you know.

[smallspot]

Yes! Deadlock said that is what a jet can do!

[A thoughtful expression crosses Diarmuid's face.]

I guess a jet and a plane are the same thing. Or maybe they are a little different. When Lord Wing shows up, I will ask him! Deadlock seemed sad because he can't fly too, so he didn't tell me a lot.

[Sad. Jealous. It's all the same, right?]

[beforetights]

Yeah, Sir Wing said that Sir Deadlock couldn't fly, but he could go very fast on land! He turn into a completely metal covered chariot!

[smallspot]

A metal covered chariot? That is neat!

[Diarmuid claps his hands happily.]

Do you think if we ask them at the picnic they will change so we can see what they look like?

[beforetights]

[He nods.]

I'd definitely like to see what they look like. Since they're all scienc-y! I wonder if Lord America can tell me more about them...

[smallspot]

Does Lord America like science? It sounds like he has told you about a lot of things!

[Diarmuid tugs on his friend's shirt sleeve.]

What other fun stuff has he told you about?

[beforetights]

Oh, he talks a lot about things from his land and his time. And there's other people from America too. The people there choose their rulers! Everybody can vote. Even peasants!

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid's eyes grow wide.]

His land is really different from ours, isn't it? Do you think you would like to visit there if you could? Do they have any magic there or is it all tech-nology stuff?

[beforetights]

I think it's all technology. I've never seen him taking about magic.

[smallspot]

That's no fun...

[Diarmuid pouts slightly.]

Why does it always have to be one or the other? Why can't it be both? I like magic and the new in-ventions are interesting. I want both!

[beforetights]

Maybe it's because all the druids are so busy working on the technology that they don't have any more time for magic.

[smallspot]

Then they need to stop working on the tech-nology and start working on magic again! Druid Roc says remembering the past and the old ways is part of a druid's job. If they aren't making time for magic they aren't doing their jobs!

[beforetights]

I know! Their teachers really should teach them better!

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid nods.]

If Druid Roc was here he would tell them they aren't doing what they should be. He's teaching my friend how to be a druid so I am sure he would be a good teacher!

[beforetights]

[He giggles.]

He should go teach Lord America, then!

[smallspot]

Do you think he would listen?

[Diarmuid gives his friend a curious look.]

Lords don't always like to listen to Druids even though they should! Druids know a lot. It's foolish not to listen to their words.

[beforetights]

Well, your father listens to Roc, doesn't he? And your father and Lord America are both gods.

[smallspot]

He does because they are friends and respect each other.

[Diarmuid frowns slightly.]

I have heard Druid Roc say not everyone respects Druids, so I don't think all gods and lords do. I bet they will regret that someday!

[beforetights]

[He gets a scared look on his face.]

Really? Why not? Don't they know that druids can curse them?

[smallspot]

I don't understand it either!

[Diarmuid looks slightly scared at the idea of upsetting a druid too.]

Druids are so strong and know so much. They are the last people you want to upset! Like bards. You don't want to make a bard mad either!

[beforetights]

Maybe it's because they've never seen a druid before? So they don't know what druids and bards can do.

[smallspot]

[Diarmuid's eyes grow wide.]

Do you really think there are places where people don't know about druid's and bards? That is scary! I wouldn't want to live in those places. Who takes care of the land and keeps track of the stories?

[beforetights]

I don't know. I never asked. But Lord Alfred is a God, so maybe he keeps track all by himself? He does know a lot of things.

[smallspot]

That would be a hard job! Keeping track of everything by yourself.

[He is silent a moment before speaking again.]

Do you think Lord Alfred gets a headache from having to keep track of everything?