Monday, August 12, 2013

Just a random free write of mine to break the hiatus


"So who was that girl you rescued today?"
He was caught off guard by this question. "What? Oh, you know… just some girl."
"Ah…" Den looked down from his perch, smiling slyly. "But not just any girl, my young friend; the princess. Princess Anya."
Bastian didn't answer immediately. "Yes, I suppose so."
Den gave a mock groan. "Oh, Bast, where is your enthusiasm? The princess for goodness sakes! You, the thief boy, saved the princess, lower only under the king and queen! Possibly higher!
"Aye…"
Den raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
"Well…" The boy thought about it a moment. "She isn't the prettiest," Bastian replied hesitantly.
But is she?
Sure, she wasn't exactly the average beauty. She was just… normal.
I like normal.
And besides, her face wasn't what captured Bastian's attention; her bright yellow eyes. "I like her eyes."
Up until now, Bastian hadn't realized he had been staring vacantly at the sky. And when he spoke that last thought aloud, Den let out a great shout of laughter.
"Ha! Well, bless my soul!" Den jumped from his perch, spreading his arms, grinning like a maniac. "I do believe our Bastian is in love!"

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