The Perks of Being Princes (Seregon/Open)

He needed to get out. They were driving his crazy, the pair of them, and he needed to get away from them. He was anything but pleased to hear that Beardy would be traveling with them. He had every right to bring Adriana with them; she was a repressed daughter of smothering king and she had a specific destination in mind, a destination he approved of. Besides, she was cute, unlike Beardy with his unbecoming facial hair of perfection that threatened Peregrine’s sparse scruff. Khalidah, on the other hand, had no right whatsoever to invite Beardy to accompany them on their adventures. But she had, the tramp, all because of his “glorious” face-tresses. Whatever, Peregrine didn’t care. Just see if he cared. The whole thing didn’t affect him even a little bit. Yep, complete non-issue.

Whatever.

For the second time that day, the prince had stormed out of the inn on the back of Tremor, the stolen mare whom he was becoming increasingly fond of. She was one of the swiftest horses he had ever ridden. Vollo, his charger at home, had been an ebony blur when he was traveling at an all-out gallop, but Tremor had something that Vollo didn’t: agility. She was smaller than his warhorse stallion and while she wasn’t as prettier, she was wiry and slippery as a seasoned crook. It was strangely fitting, Peregrine supposed, but back to the part about him acting like teenager with a wounded ego slamming the door and running from what was supposed to be a mature conversation with his parents.

The cool night air rushed past his airs and tousled his newly-shown hair. Peregrine noticed that the night air was more noticeable since the dreadlocks and curls had been cut off, but his light brown hair was still long enough to be mussed by the wind. He rode until he came to the top of a rocky outlook, where he stopped Tremor to look over the treacherous terrain below him, lit just for him by a voluminous full moon. Sgaithte had its own kind of beauty, he supposed, especially if you like rocks and cliffs and active volcanoes. Could he live here, if they never got around to leaving? He supposed he could learn to deal with it, especially if Adriana was involved, but it wouldn’t come to that. They were leaving tomorrow and she was leaving with them and it was all going to be great fun when they “mistakenly” left Beardy behind in some tiny village.

He was about to head down back to the tavern and deal with two people he wanted to nothing to do with right now, (and one he wanted nothing to do with anytime) when he caught sight of a movement behind him. Tremor sensed, feeling the presence of someone else, her flighty nature coming in handy once again. Knocking an arrow to the string, Peregrine pulled the fletching to his ear and scanned the dimly-lit rocks around him, ready to shoot at first sight, Tremor poised to gallop at his command.