Glade 45th, Year 102, Age of Steel
Berintainth was tomorrow and all of Antinaw must be stirring if Raellon was as bustling with life for the big day. Linden was dashing between legs and dodging workers as they prepared the area for the bonfire, the dancing that will be taking place, oh and his favorite activity, the table that will have the makings for flower crowns. This year, he was going to make his mother the best one made from ivy and Priscella flowers. Maybe some morning glories too! Specifically white and purple ones.
"Linden!" Shout Arif as she lands beside the young boy who turns around happily.
"But! But! Look!" He grabs Arif's hand and semi-drags the woman to the maypole where the ribbons were all tucked nicely for the next day. "Do you think mom and dad will come out with me this year? The three of us will come out and dance and-"
"Linden."
"Then we all get to tie a bow! A bow, Arif! It will be so nice and I will make her the biggest crown ever! Make him a matching one and one for me and one for you and-"
"Linden!" The excited eight-year-old became silent as their caretaker took the small boy into her arms and sat down with him on her lap. "I know you are excited and every year you for the past few years you have tried to, but you know your mother doesn't come out to these things."
"But it's a holiday! A big one! With dancing and singing and a big fire at the end! I want to make all of us, especially her, the flower crown that will be the best flower crown ever! Be so envious that even the Queen would be jealous!"
"Well, that is quite the crown you have for her," she smiles knowingly as the child just kept yammering away to themselves. Talking about the different color combinations as the crown grew more elaborate. The owl neoalt wondered if it would be better to just grab a few baskets and take the child home. "Let us go home, eat, and then we can come back out to scout the area?"
"I don't want to. I want to go and find some vines right now or young twigs to mold into a proper crown first. I know how big their heads are and my arms are great measuring tools," nods Linden seriously as he demonstrates. "See."
"You got twenty minutes to run off that energy of yours and to bring back preliminary supplies for tomorrow. After all, if you prepare a day ahead it means more time to enjoy the festivities and-" Before she could finish whatever was being said he was gone. The small figure already a good thirty-feet away and while Arif could catch up with no issues, she knew better and was just going to be in the area waiting for the child to return.
Running around, Linden leaped frogged over some hunched over workers as he burst with laughter. Images of his parent's smiling faces appearing in his head that filled him with pride. This year he knew he was going to convince her to come out. This year he will get to dance with her and his father around a maypole. This year... This year he was going to show her all the wonders of the vendors and all the beauty this celebration had to offer!
Oh! Willow trees! They are perfect for being a crown base!
Turning towards the large tree he stopped about ten feet away as he took a breather. The small body breathing heavily from the exertion with wide, glowing eyes as he reached for one of the limbs when something struck the back of his hand.
"OW!"
"Don't touch my tree," says the familiar voice of Corbin Asmund, his half-brother, and Seriel's firstborn son. Didn't matter if they didn't follow traditional rules, the older child still believed as the firstborn it was still his right to boss others around.
"It's not your tree, Corbin," Linden replies and rubs the back of his hand that was already red with a welt rising.
"I was here first and therefore it is mine. Now scram," the older boy states again and crosses his arms as his friends stand beside him as well as two of the other half-siblings.
"Not until I get two limbs."
Corbin walks over to Linden as the boy was at least three heads taller at the age of twelve. With little effort, the oldest swept his leg while shoving the other down. The others pointed and laughed as if on cue as Corbin turned to them with a grin as his markings showed on his face that showed the Hytori lineage. "I didn't know trash talked, did you?" The others just agreed with whatever they were saying even if some were confused before looking down at Linden. "I really hate to say this, but you are a failure you know that? You obviously never got our father's good looks or gifts. I know I did, his strength and can-do attitude while you got nothing."
Linden's heart was racing from fear at first before turning to anger. His small hands clenching the Earth beneath him as his older brother kept demeaning him. Then a sudden pain struck his cheek as he grabbed the area and let out a cry. Corbin used the willow like a whip and began to laugh as he brought it down again. The others looking at him with worry as their siblings jumped in to stop him.
"Your mother might be a true marriage, but I think it is all a joke! People say she is beautiful and that is why she stays locked away, but I bet she is fat and ugly with warts all over her face so our father, the kind man that he is, saves the people of Raellon from having to stare at her!"
It didn't matter anymore. Linden knew the end result as his eyes saw a rock that was the size of his fist by his head. Gritting his teeth, he picked it up and threw it at Corbin's face as it struck the boy square on the nose. Anger and adrenaline coursing through his small body as he got up and tackled the other boy as he kept screaming. Arif always said to hit the weak point and so Linden tried to keep striking their bloodied nose. However, the fight wasn't going to be in his favor long once they composed themselves and who knows what was going to happen. He was going to get the beat down of his life.
"You are so dead!" Shouts Corbin as he spits out blood and knocks the lighter one off with a punch. Soon the two boys were rolling as some shouted "fight" and some seemed to be debating on who to help since this has gone further than what it should.