Coruscation

A Morning Feast

The sound of peaceful birds singing outside flowed into the knight's chambers, waking Lancelot. He yawned as quietly as he could to not rudely wake the two hoglets that were still in his arms. He slowly uncurled his arms from the pile of fur and limbs before pulling them out. Unintentionally rolling Wachowski onto his stomach, but the blue hog didn't react much other than shifting his face to the side so he could breathe. Lancelot pulled off the blankest from his legs and stood up before stretching out his arms and shoulders with another silenced yawn. His back and ribs popped with the motion, he relaxed at the satisfying feeling.

Galahad grumbled, waking from all of the movement of the bed, and sat up.

"Good morning," Lancelot greeted his son as he checked the lantern. Its candle had completely melted, the wick fully burnt out and suffocated by the wax. Leaving a perfect circle around where it once was.

"Morning father," Galahad muttered before getting out of bed himself and going over to the cupboard. Leaving Wachowski with the whole bed to himself.

Lancelot looked at the Master Emerald, its green glow had stabilized but he could tell something was off with it. The feeling was familiar, a suffocating presence filling the whole room, it mostly felt like whatever was coming off of it wasn't intending to do anything with itself. Just sitting quietly, waiting for whatever it was preparing for next.

The red-striped hedgehog refrained from shaking the feeling off, deciding to keep his eyes on the large emerald as he started to get ready to go to Sir Sonic's universe.

All of the sounds of armor clinking together and shuffling woke Wachowski. He shot straight up, awakening from his dreamless sleep with a startle when he did not recognize the room before his tired eyes landed on the older two hedgehogs getting their armor on.

"Good Morning'," Wachowski yawned and stretched himself out. He slid off of the bed with limp legs, holding onto the side of the soft mattress before grabbing ahold of the writer's desk to keep balance as he put the gem into his arms.

"Morning Wachowski. Did you sleep well?" Lancelot asked after remembering that the child had been awake longer than they had.

Wachowski nodded, "Better than yesterday night, that's for sure. How'd you both sleep?"

"Slept fine for the most part." Lancelot wanted to say something about the emerald but decided that he could ask it as they had their meal before leaving.

"It was... fine," Galahad grumbled out, still upset that he had been trapped between his father's arms again. At least it was warm.

Wachowski hummed as stumbled over to his satchel and slid the Master Emerald in before checking all of the other pockets to make sure he wasn't missing anything. Finding the bouquet gone gave him a miniature heart attack before he remembered what he had done that night. He mentally prepared himself at the reminder as he put on his shoes, the looming confrontation that he had lied about something extremely important to Lancelot was crushing him inside out.

Once he got his shoes on he grabbed his bag and turned around to check to see if the other two were done getting ready. Galahad was still picking things out of the closet and Lancelot had everything on and ready to go, but he had the new bandages and the burn oil in his hands.

"You alright, Wachowski?" The knight asked, noticing he was in distress. Lancelot set the wrappings and oil onto the desk and patted the spot of the bed next to it.

Wachowski corrected his sour face, "Thinking about something too much," He hopped up the side of the bed with some help. "Feel bad about it."

Sir Lancelot pulled off the wrapping on his head before he continued, "Was it out of your control?" He ghosted his fingers over the cut, it had finally stopped bleeding and fully clotted. Unfortunately, it was still warmer and puffy compared to the rest of the kid's forehead.