589 Sword and Apples

The city square head been transformed into a stage of epic proportions. Common man and nobles alike were gathered to bare witness to the heir games. The children were already waiting to begin. Their order was decided by the Mother's hunt. The Bell of the Hunt's child would go last, and everyone else went in the order of their Mother's seniority. This was advantageous to the first few children, because they didn't have to follow in the footsteps of the winner's child. There would also be more light for them to perform by. 

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Thus, Keen stepped out onto the stage, dressed in an ornate black and gold armor. He looked like a tiny God of war as he took position center stage. "I am Keen, Son of Bastil and Feya, the First Prince." He announced with a firm voice as the drums began to beat. His arrogance carried through his tone, as if they were lucky just to be in his presence this evening.

As the drum continued, he began an intricate series of steps and motions with his sword as if acting out a battle against an unknown foe. To some in the crowd, this looked like a dance designed to train the body. Experienced and more trained eyes however quickly realized it was just the simplest of training maneuvers put to a musical beat. The build up of the music cast the illusion of dynamics were none truly existed. It was nice to watch, but there was something missing. Soon his dance came to an end, and the young prince swept a partial bow, brandishing his sword toward the crowd as he did so, several men on the front row slightly moved so their wives were behind them. To brandish a sword like that… was improper.

After he left the stage props for the next child were put in place, consisting of a small box and a few toys, along with a nursery rug. Suddenly the Stage felt like a slice of the royal palace nursery, with just a few touches. Alexi walked out, carrying his young daughter in his arms. He set her down gently on the Rug, beside the toy box. The little girl smiled, it was  a beautiful expression as she stood, her little toddler legs barely supporting her. Her dress was very simple, blue with a white apron, edged with ruffles. She took a small apple out of the pocket.