Being Irish, and with an extremely witty sense of humor, I love the banter between Laegon and Brégen. It continues through the book and into the next, although due to the darker nature of The Speaker we won't see it as much in book two. It brings a lighthearted relief to the story and touches on the fact that some people use humor to cope with difficult situations. The two of them play off of each other and their unique relationship allows them to face quite terrifying times.
What do you think of today's favorite? Do you like the little taste of witty humor between Laegon and Brégen in this scene? Would you like to see more of that in Fantasy?
Laegon dreaded the scouting assignments just as much as every Protector, but he had no reason to complain. As Lord Brandir's son, he saw duty far less frequently than most others. Indeed, this was the first time he had been sent on patrol in almost a year. A week into it and he and his Guardian, Brégen, had still seen nothing out of the ordinary.
He opened his link to Míendvel, feeling the familiar warmth of the magic course through his body. Míendvel was a unique form of elven magic that allowed Protectors to communicate mentally with their Guardians. A day never went by when Laegon wasn't grateful to be one of the few blessed with the ability.
«We have not even had the privilege of pointing a lost and bewildered traveler in the correct direction.» His unspoken words hinted at annoyance.
Brégen's hearty laugh rumbled through Laegon's mind. «Nor are we likely to in this weather. Who in their right mind would be traveling at this time of year? Still, perhaps if we are lucky, we may encounter a lost rabbit, and we can escort him back to his cozy burrow.»
Laegon's bright laughter floated on the wind as he glanced down at his Guardian. Large fluffy snowflakes decorated the bulky lion's thick mane, accenting the rich golden color at the roots that gradually transformed into a deep brown. The small freckles of white slowly turned into large frozen clumps of ice and fur as the snow began to fall with even greater intensity. Brégen quickly began to resemble a frightening wintry monster out of a child's fairytale.
«Not that we would be able to help any animal with you looking like that,» Laegon replied playfully. «One glance at you and they would bolt in the opposite direction in sheer terror.»
The lion's eyes, the left brown and the right olive, sparkled mischievously as he studied the elf sitting atop his horse. «You don't look all that glamorous yourself, oh mighty prince. If you hunch any further forward on that poor animal, you...»
Brégen's words died away. Stopping in his tracks, he sniffed the air. His keen eyes peered through the dense snow, and a low growl emanated from the depths of his throat.
©2013 by Andi O'Connor