Maybe I Belong {Private} Among the Stars

We could start when my character's father introduced your character to him.

Oh my goodness what a cinnamon roll. Sarok will learn Cyran's history in character I guess :3 how should we start?

okay! Could you start maybe?

Okay let's see what I can do. I'll start

Okie dokie!! Let's see here...

It was early afternoon and the three distant suns, one yellow, one white and one blue shone beautifully over the horizon. The red Lilly fields dazed with dew from that morning and the local animals were flourishing in the midday summer sun. Cyran was impatiently waiting for his father to return home from an unexpected meeting with another noblemen. He sighed, climbing up a large fernificus tree and sitting delicately on one of the the highest branches over looking the country rode. His mother had dragged him out of the city to enjoy some of the more finer pleasures his family's title had to offer. The pink haired altean sighed gently, leaning against the tree trunk as he watched the road. His father had told him that he had a surprise for him when he got back home but it had been soooo long, he was beginning to wonder if he had gotten lost.

The sound of carriage wheels against the ground made Cyran's ears prick, his blue eyes snapping up to see his father's carriage roll down the path. The altean boy quickly climbed down the tree, hiding behind the trunk as he watched it stop. He was about to run and greet his father when the door opened but he wasn't expecting the two Galra soldiers to climb out. He gasped, peeking just beyond the tree. He blinked several times as his father climbed out and then... a Galra boy. Curiosity filled his eyes as he watched the boy, his shyness clawing up his throat as they came closer.

Cyran blinked several times as he watched his father, shyly stepping out from behind the tree and hurrying to his father's side. He quickly grabbed onto his leg, fearfully looking up at the Galra soldiers. He frowned, reaching for his father's hand quickly as he followed them into their estate.

Cyran kept close to his father, fear in his eyes as he looked up at the big scary Galra soldiers. He tugged on his father's robes, peeking out at Sarok with uncertainty. His eyes grew wide as the other began to growl, fear gripping his heart as he tugged on his father's robes some more. Cyran's mother had been killed in a Galra riot, blamed just for being an altean Noble and accusing her of so many obsurd things. It tore Cyran and his father apart when she passed. Ever since then, Cyran has always been afraid of galrans. The boy's pretty blue eyes began to water, pulling on his father's robes more as the Galra continued to growl.

Oh geez yeah, I'll change it

The little altean boy gazed up at him with his teary blue eyes, looking up at his father with uncertainty. He then slowly stepped out from behind his father, skiddishly approaching him. He glanced up at him, shyly looking up at the Galra teenager. He looked back up at his father, a frown on his face before peering up at him. "H-h-hel-hel-hel-hello" he stammered quietly, his big blue eyes looking up at him with tears glistening in the afternoon sun.

The little boy gulped alittle, messing with his hands slightly. He glanced up at him then at his scarred hand, his hands shaking gently. He hesitantly reached out, touching his hand with his shaking one. "I-I'm C-cy-cy-Cyran" he stammered softly, his voice small and fearful. His big blue eyes stared up at him with nervousness, glanced down at their hands before back up at him. The boy was a lot smaller than the Galra, maybe about 5 foot 2 inches. The boy was thin as well, and quite the cute child nonetheless.

Cyran glanced back at his father before nodding, his ears pricking as the older altean spoke. The galra's fangs scared him slightly, making him jump alittle as he stood there. He then noticed his clothes, tipping his head to the side as he tried to figure out why he would wear such things. He took hold of hand gently and began to pull him softly into the large estate. "Why do you wear torn up clothes?" He asked queitly, looking back at him.

Cyran blinked slightly and turned back to him; he seemed nervous now. "W-would it be alright if I gave you some new clothes?" He asked, his voice small and full of worry. He didn't want the Galra to feel offended when he gave him new clothes to wear instead of his special ones.

Cyran blinked several times before smiling slightly, nodding and turning around to lead him into the house now. They stepped into a brilliant archway entrance and came into an altean style foyer, complete with a dazing crystal chandelier and fancy decorations. He then led him up the spiral staircase to the far right corner and guided him up, all the way up to the top floor. "This is my room" he told him quietly, opening the door to reveal a huge bedroom with a king size bed with drapes around it, a complete collection of altean fighter ship and Galra scout toys. A train set, a huge wardrobe and a hallographic television. The carpet was almost as soft as animal fur and grey in color. He led him over to the wardrobe and opened it delicately, turning back to him. "You can pick out what you want" he told him, his voice small as he looked up at him.

Cyran blinked several times with confusion, tipping his head gently. He nodded softly, "mmhm" he told him, glancing at the wardrobe before nodding again. "Do you not like them? I have more" he breathed quietly, playing with his hands nervously as he waited for his reply. He smiled slightly up at him, his blue eyes shining in the dim light.

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