by Adeon Tien on September 3rd, 2013, 8:33 pm
He backed himself against a wall in an attempt to reduce his excitement. His usually active, if not, rambunctious thought process had gotten the best of him. He couldn't think, at the moment. There were but two things going through his head, repeated over and over, a relentless cycle.
Petching hell...
It's a Pycon. It's a Pycon.
He raised his head, pointing his nose at zenith and shutting his eyes. He lowered his tone to but a whisper, spoken in only exhaled breath.
"Oh, gods... Gods..."
"I still haven't acquired your name." He said, chewing a small piece of clay. He stopped chewing for a moment, thinking over what he was going to say. Or, that's what Adeon assumed.
"Who the bloody hell do you think you are anyways? Throwing me, Llew, at a wall! I know I am fine, but what was the thought process behind that?" He asked the shrouded man.
There was no dignified response. No one had frightened Adeon in... In ages. He wasn't used to this... But he was so, so small. How the hell could such a small creature frighten him? It... It confused him. More than anything else, he was confused.
"You're... You're a Pycon." He had heard of Pycons, occasionally even seeing one, but not in his four centuries has he encountered one. Not this close. It was... Small. Incredibly small. But proud. As if it were a king, or something of royal origin.
He bent down, poking the lion. He was soft. A bit squishy. It was beyond believable that the figure before him was crafted of clay, as he had heard.
"But you're so proud. So idiotically proud..." After he said this, he laughed to himself. A chuckle, really, but that was more laughter than he had expressed in a long time. This day was full of firsts.
"You think you're royalty. Or... Maybe a duke. I get it. I get it. But... You're a Pycon." He restated, still confused.
He stared at the thing for a moment, hood down, his face hidden.
"Oh. My name..." He remembered, as soon as he recomposed his thought process from the spook.
I should test him.
So that's what he did.
"Earn my name, little Pycon." He said, standing upright. "Convince me to tell you."
Whether or not it is certain, or whether or not the answer will ever come to pass, for that matter, is unclear. The answer to your question does not yet exist. There is only, for now, perhaps.
School times are in effect.