Blince stood overlooking Branston, the child he was guardian over. The boy, with a wide grin on his face and wooden sword tiredly placed over his lap looked back at him. Panting, and fairly quiet, Blince turned and walked off to grab the bucket of water and rags to help cool the boy off.
The bucket gently thudded against the ground while Blince pressed the rag against the child's forehead. "Blince?" the child asked through the muffled of the rag playfully being dragged all over his features. Blince's brow furrowed, and he lifted the rag to peer at the shiney-faced child.
"Aye?"
"Did you know my Daddy?" the boy asked, and shortly after Blince continued to cool the child's head. He let out a slow sigh, and was keen to watch what he said.
"I did, aye."
"What did you think of him?" The boy asked, "Because I've heard good and bad stories... Mommy tells me about you, too! I.." The boy went into a hushed tone, as if about to ask about something deadly serecretive. "I think you're a hero... like my daddy... Are you?"
Were the child only a small bit older, Blince would have flatly denied this. For both him, and Hardoleth. However, his hands were tied.
"I suppose I am. And your Father was." he mused, dipping the rag into the bucket as the child fiddled with his sword, still speaking in a hushed tone.
"How do you know what to do?" he said, after a moment of thought.
"Hrm?"
"You know... when monsters attack! Heroes always know what to do! How do you know..? How did my daddy know...?"
Blince smirked at that, and lifted his gaze up in thought. "We don't, usually." He sighed out, while lowering his gaze to peer at the child once more. "When you are one, you usually don't have the chance to think. You just have to act, and hope it works."
The Child's eyes lit up with excitement as he heard this, as he himself knew what to do in situations! Maybe he was a hero too? But, he didn't ask. Blince simply scooped the child up, put him over his shoulder and went to take the boy home.
