Scottish Princes Brand Scouting {Open}
Jul 18, 2015 9:13:21 GMT -5
Post by Hamish/Hubert/Harris on Jul 18, 2015 9:13:21 GMT -5
With a giggle and flying leap, Hamish skidded across the floor, tackling both of his brothers at once, or creating a pile at any rate. They more often than not worked together in shenanigans and hijinks but when escapade or victims ran short (or Maudie, had either locked herself away from the wee-devil-princes or was complaining to their mother yet again on them) they amused themselves in the way most children did and creating their own adventures.
Usually just as bad news for the kingdom also.
Hubert and Harris giggled at being tackled rather than put up any true fuss over it, though Hubert did lightly shove back to get his brother off of him and they stood, dusting themselves.
The question of what now, one which both Hamish and Hubert had in their wee minds, though little surprise given the three were triplets, was halted as they glanced to their other brother and found him staring with his wide blue eyes and little mouth opened. One tiny finger came over to point.
"Whacha ye...", Hamish had just smirked and poked at his brother in jest when he deemed to glance that way and then promptly paused as well. It was just a sign...that was not suppose to be in their hallway of their father's castle...
Quickly and at the same time, three curly mops of red hair shifted to take in the slight bustle about them. Hubert and Harris hugged Hamish. First being turned into bears and now this?!
Where were Mum, Da and Merida?
Scared as his brothers, but off that completely made up idea that he was the oldest, Hamish stepped forward almost to spur his brothers to "snap to" and act less afraid. They quickly did.
A moment pondering the sign, with no better understanding of the letters (their tutoring sessions hadn't even started back home and even then would have been mostly Gaelic), and Hamish turned back. "A'ight! So a witch is messin' wif us 'gain!" he stated, "Well...we jus' hafta...".
They just had to what?! Go demand of a witch she send them home?
Well if it came to that yes!
The five year old tried for as bold as he could sound.
Biting their lips slightly, Hubert and Harris nodded. Hubert then glanced over the sign they had just been trying to read. Something told them it was letters to begin with. It probably did present a better vantage point from which to spot out things and folks to ask...
Wordlessly all he had to do was walk over and grip the pole and Hamish and Harris understood, instantly walking over to help hoist him and all of them, eventually, up and onto it.
"Push harda'!", Hubert directed, not in any true criticism though. He could almost...finally able to reach the lower portion of the sign he grasped for, the youth next attempted to hoist himself up by it, yet second he touched it, Harris lost his footing and he and Hamish went down, leaving their brother dangling from the sign...
Not a problem though! Hubert kicked his feet, determined to swing up on it and for the moment just swinging from it, yet with a giggle.
Usually just as bad news for the kingdom also.
Hubert and Harris giggled at being tackled rather than put up any true fuss over it, though Hubert did lightly shove back to get his brother off of him and they stood, dusting themselves.
The question of what now, one which both Hamish and Hubert had in their wee minds, though little surprise given the three were triplets, was halted as they glanced to their other brother and found him staring with his wide blue eyes and little mouth opened. One tiny finger came over to point.
"Whacha ye...", Hamish had just smirked and poked at his brother in jest when he deemed to glance that way and then promptly paused as well. It was just a sign...that was not suppose to be in their hallway of their father's castle...
Quickly and at the same time, three curly mops of red hair shifted to take in the slight bustle about them. Hubert and Harris hugged Hamish. First being turned into bears and now this?!
Where were Mum, Da and Merida?
Scared as his brothers, but off that completely made up idea that he was the oldest, Hamish stepped forward almost to spur his brothers to "snap to" and act less afraid. They quickly did.
A moment pondering the sign, with no better understanding of the letters (their tutoring sessions hadn't even started back home and even then would have been mostly Gaelic), and Hamish turned back. "A'ight! So a witch is messin' wif us 'gain!" he stated, "Well...we jus' hafta...".
They just had to what?! Go demand of a witch she send them home?
Well if it came to that yes!
The five year old tried for as bold as he could sound.
Biting their lips slightly, Hubert and Harris nodded. Hubert then glanced over the sign they had just been trying to read. Something told them it was letters to begin with. It probably did present a better vantage point from which to spot out things and folks to ask...
Wordlessly all he had to do was walk over and grip the pole and Hamish and Harris understood, instantly walking over to help hoist him and all of them, eventually, up and onto it.
"Push harda'!", Hubert directed, not in any true criticism though. He could almost...finally able to reach the lower portion of the sign he grasped for, the youth next attempted to hoist himself up by it, yet second he touched it, Harris lost his footing and he and Hamish went down, leaving their brother dangling from the sign...
Not a problem though! Hubert kicked his feet, determined to swing up on it and for the moment just swinging from it, yet with a giggle.