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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 6, 2008 16:50:20 GMT -8
Peregrine came riding up bareback upon his Thoroughbred Dogstar.
“Pearl, what on earth are you trying to do?” He asked in a rather mocking tone. “If you’re trying to use magic I suggest you employ the help of one of those knights you were drooling over yesterday.” Peregrine smoothly, then he looked at Peter and began to deal with him.
“Hello Blockhead. Get down off that horse.” He said without further massaging of the situation.
Peter smirked at him, but did as his cousin told him. “Just wait,” He whispered in Peregrine’s ear as he dismounted, “Just because you’re the one next in line for the throne, doesn’t mean there are ways around it.” He said, his voice snakelike and creepy.
“Keep your voice down, you dog.” Peregrine snapped. The fact that Peregrine’s father, Paladin was King of Erroterra, was a fact that only the fourteen Alexanders knew. Peregrine, his brother and three sisters, his five cousins, his parents, the King and Queen, and his aunt and uncle, no one else knew, and it was the family pact to keep it that way, until Peregrine’s crowning. For the family’s own safety.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Jan 6, 2008 17:59:53 GMT -8
“You’re welcome.” Peregrine said grumpily, but didn’t do anything else to provoke his 15-year-old sister. The two of them didn’t get along very well, Peregrine didn’t get along with most of his siblings most of the time, let alone her, so he decided that for the time being he would behave like a gentleman and the knight he was supposed to be and keep the peace between him and Pearl. For a moment, both of them rode along in silence, and then Peregrine decided he would attempt to strike up a conversation with her, something he did very rarely.
“So,” He asked pleasantly and conversationally, “who did flirt with this week?”
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