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[dragon_twin]

The plans had been made, a time set, and finally, the day had arrived.

Melou spent the morning distracted from his lessons, which was nothing altogether new, but in the afternoon he was more focussed than ever on drills. Since they’d decided on the murder, he’d found himself enjoying them more and more.

The day dragged. Dinner was agonizing and he found himself getting irritated over his mother’s doting. They weren’t going to be boys anymore, not after tonight.

Finally, finally they were excused up to their rooms. Now, he was just waiting anxiously for Melehan, pacing the floor, his own practice sword sharpened and ready.

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There comes a quick knock on the door. Melehan's own sword is resting in it's sheath, the belt looped over his head and shoulders so that the hilt rested near his left hip. Well-worn boots, but just a thick tunic instead of a cloak.

He doesn't look pale. Instead, his dark eyes are far brighter then normal.