Ciaran and his mother had gotten up and ready to leave, however his father had gotten embroiled in a conversation with the blacksmith. Ciaran was content with just standing by and listening, but his mother was not.

The blacksmith gave Ciaran’s father a knowing gaze seeing Aerecura’s dissatisfaction and decided to set him free.

“Well, I better let you get back to your family, may the winds grace you Mr Andreas”

“And you too Mr Burton, but please call me Alexander; I think we will be seeing each other quite a bit more often”

Mr Burton chuckled his eyes falling upon Ciaran

“Indeed, we will be”

On the way home Ciaran decided to find out how his parents knew of his search fro that funny looking metal.

“Daddy, how did you know I wanted to talk to the blacksmith?”

“Why don’t you ask your mother, she is the one that found out” a soft and warm light seemed to envelop Ciaran at the sound of his fathers gentle yet amused voice, and Ciaran shifted his head to his mother.

“Mummy, how did you find out?”

Aerecura reached down with her thin, pale arms and scooped Ciaran up, looking into his eyes and letting loose a bright chuckle.

“it’s a bit hard not to notice when you stare at it everyday”

Ciaran was too embarrassed to retort instead he turned his head; this however caused his parents to burst into laughter reddening Ciaran’s cheeks.

Ciaran’s father took him out of his mother arms and placed him on his shoulders, the three walked home like this chatting and giggling all the way.

At home the three were greeted by the jealous gaze of Solas who jumped at His father clinging onto his legs.

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Hearing Ciaran’s laughter as he looked down at the situation A playful smile graced their father’s lips as he trudged into the main hall where he threw Ciaran down onto the soft couch and pulled Solas up, spinning him around in the air. Alexander was forced to lift the two children several times, spinning them throwing them or play a few games of tag, but no matter how hard he tried the children never gave him a break.

By the end Ciaran and Solas were still shouting “AGAIN, AGAIN” but their father refused as he feigned exhaustion and flopped onto the carpet below.

their mother had been watching the entire scene by the window with a glass of clear iced liquid in her hand, when she saw her husband lying on the floor she sauntered over and came to sit by his head, playing with his hair.

“That makes it children five dad two”

“I’m surprised I could even win twice; they really are something”

As their parents were cozying up to each other the two children decided to head to the garden where they could play without getting scolded by the butler.

The two brothers chased each other and hid amongst the many rows of flowers eventually returning as mud monsters which despite their best efforts still elicited a scoldign from the butler.

After the scolding of the servants instructed the brothers

“Young masters, please clean yourselves up”

When the butler saw them heading to their rooms for clothes, he immediately changed his tune.

“Dear young masters, clothes will be brought to the baths, please head that way”

A servant came up behind the butler and asked

“Are they still going at it?”

“Apparently, at this rate we are going to have to prepare another room”

“If it’s another boy I’m going to ask for a raise”

“Me too”

After they had made themselves more presentable Ciaran sat down in the main hall with Solas chatting as they played with the blocks

“Soooo, what did you do today?”

“Butler frank taught me all sorts of things”

“What did you learn?”

“Well, I only just started but soon I’m going to earn money just like daddy!”

A warm smile crossed Ciaran’s face as he looked at his brother’s bubbly face and reminisced about his lessons with the butler that he had managed to escape after a year of torment.

The children’s parents came down at dinner time, Aerecura was leaning on Alexander her hair was let down and slightly dishevelled; the two were absorbed in their own little world leaving the two boys to eat and talk by themselves.

Returning to their blocks the two children decided to create forts and then take turns throwing one of the blocks at the others fort where they placed inside one tall rectangular block that they labelled the king. The king that lasted the longest won, it was a simple game, but it entertained them after dinner before they were forced off to bed.