[ Percival's strength of a knight is proved in the steadiness of his stance even with Cain balanced on his shoulders. Cain barely needs to brace himself for balance as Percival straightens, and instead he keeps his hand lightly on Percival's head, tilting his own head up to stare up at the "moon" as it comes into view over the throng of people. (Well, not that it had been quite out of sight, but he will admit that with the addition of Percival's height, it's now a much, much better view.)
He kicks a little at Percival's chest, just enough to bump his heel, in retalation for being called short — short, he's not short, he's just... compact! — but even that minor annoyance can't survive in the face of the impressive sight in the sky. ]
It must be. [ His voice is low, and he gives Percival's hair a warning tug; they're not to speak of such things where the natives might overhear, after all. ] It really is amazing, seeing the moon so bright like this. It's beautiful.
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He kicks a little at Percival's chest, just enough to bump his heel, in retalation for being called short — short, he's not short, he's just... compact! — but even that minor annoyance can't survive in the face of the impressive sight in the sky. ]
It must be. [ His voice is low, and he gives Percival's hair a warning tug; they're not to speak of such things where the natives might overhear, after all. ] It really is amazing, seeing the moon so bright like this. It's beautiful.
[ The moon sure is beautiful tonight, huh? ]