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Soft steps in the hallway, coming towards him in a hurry alerted Beacrox of the arrival of his tiny master. He didn’t know why he was in such a hurry but he didn’t have to wait long to know as Cale Henituse, six years old, crashed right into him. Giggling a storm, the child grabbed at his clothes to steady himself before bringing a small finger to his lips, barely containing his laughter.
As quickly as Cale came, Beacrox could hear the sound of heels approaching, clacking against the oak flooring. His young master stifled a squeal as he hid behind him, puzzling the young man quite a bit. He didn’t have time to think much of it as the madam of the house, Jour Henituse, walked around the corner in a pace that could be considered uncouth by other, more conservative ladies.
“Oh, my. Hello Beacrox. Have you finished training already?”
“Yes madam.” He answered politely, looking at her rosy cheeks and her unkempt hair, piecing together that she and her son must be playing together, and by the way his little master pushed his head on the small of his back to keep himself hidden.
“By the way, has Cale come this way? I have been searching everywhere for him but he is simply too smart, a genius at escaping his lessons.”
There was absolutely no way she couldn’t see the tiny feet barely hidden by his own legs, or not hear the muffled giggles her son was making right behind his back. Since this was all part of their game, Beacrox couldn’t simply denounce his master right away.
“I have not, madam. Perhaps he took another hallway?”
Her smile became softer when he said that, looking at him with a warmth that reminded him of his own mother. There was pride in it too as she nodded towards him, acknowledging something he wasn’t quite aware of.
“Perhaps, yes. You are a good child, Beacrox. Please do tell my son to come to the library for his next lesson if you see him.” With another, kinder smile, she walked away, her lustrous red hair making her look like a fiery angel.
Since Cale took a lot from his mother, would he too be as delicately stunning as she was? He could imagine it, somewhat, if he transposed more masculine features on the countess’ own face.
He was cut short in his divagations by his small master detaching himself from his back and looking past Beacrox to see if his mother was still in sight. Not seeing anything, he exploded in laughter, proud of himself for bamboozling his mother.
“She didn’t see a thing!” He said to Beacrox with a brilliant smile. The young adult smiled in return, passing a hand in Cale’s red hair in a congratulatory manner. The child then extended a hand to him, expectant.
“What is it, master Cale?” Beacrox asked, knowing full well what the child wanted.
“Candy please.”
“Do you really think I have sweets at the ready for you to ask whenever?” He said, lifting an eyebrow, feeling amused at the crestfallen face of his young master.
“You don’t…?”
“I do.” Beacrox smiled, fishing a wrapped up candy from his uniform pant’s pocket, one he dedicated solely to Cale and his sweet cravings whenever he didn’t have any cookies at the ready. Cale exploded in joy at receiving the candy before he pulled at Beacrox’ shirt, demanding he go down. Obeying him, Beacrox received a peck on his cheek as a thanks.
His young master was as red as his hair when he ran away with an embarrassed “bye!” leaving Beacrox to shake his head at how sweet the child was. Having participated in taking care of him since he was born, Beacrox felt pride at having such a kind young master.
And if said master was squealing in laughter further up the hallway, trapped by his loving mother as she waited for him to ran by her, Beacrox could only shake his head and soak up the joy and liveliness of the Henituse family, knowing how lucky he was to belong here. With such joyful masters, life was more than enjoyable.