Beau Jester
He worked tirelessly his eyes focused on his task. Each smooth grey stone reflected his expression as he set them into place. It would be as good as new. He would see to that. He had great respect for his father. His father not his biological male parent, not the one he resembled so much that it made his mother sigh.
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The wall had grown. As he stood atop it, he could see all the work they had yet to do and his countenence fell until far below he saw a coach. It was near the gate. He recognized the driver and gave a loud whoop. If the driver was his steadfast friend Marcus then his sister was inside.
Kala.
He hadn't realized until this minute how much he missed his twin. They were from the same womb but from different fathers. She was of the blood of the man who'd built this place -- some miraculous twist of his mother's dragonblood. Beau was older, born of the two weeks firey love between Rokilon and Kerbouchard. Kala was frail and fragile; but tenacious. She had been created by the power of love the Lord Jester held for the Lady Jester and a boost from Orb and Dragon magic. He was something different from his sister and so often he wished ...
Ah, but it didn't matter! Here she was!
"Mother!" He leapt to the supporting scaffold and clambered down with the precision of an acrobat; moves learned from the Lord Jester himself. "Mother, she's here!"
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