Spirit Animal Ficlets

Squeak

Conor stared at the redcloak with soft feathers covering his arms. The blond redcloak stared at his younger brother with sad yellow eyes. Conor was shocked "Garrin, you're a redcloak?" he asked.
Garrin rubbed his hands together "I was going to tell you."
Conor was baffled "What happened to you? Why do you have feathers?" he said.
Garrin sighed "Let me explain."
The two had sat down in private "It was about a week after you had left and Devin had gotten a spirit animal somehow. The trunswick family had forced me to drink it. Only I didn't know at the time."

Garrin had been sent to the manor as the earl had commanded in his letter. It was rather mysterious as to why. The Earl never was fond of their family, so why did he send a letter asking for Garrin to visit? He didn't question it. After all if he was going there to find out that would be plain and simple.
When he got there, a tall man greeted him. His name was Zerif and he was the one who had asked for Garrin to come as he had wished to speak with him.
They ate in the Trunswick dining room "You must be jealous of your young brother, summoning a great beast like that," he said.
Garrin shook his head "No sir, I'm happy for Conor," he replied.
Zerif raised an eyebrow "Well surely it must be odd, everyone will simply know you as the older brother of Conor the boy who summoned Briggan," he countered.
That thought did bother him but not a big commotion over it. Garrin took a sip of his drink, ignoring the rancid smell. When he drank it, the flavor was foul and disgusting. He gagged and coughed at the taste. Zerif smirked "Well seems like your family has two bonders," he said in a amused tone.
Garrin held his throat "What?" he groaned. Zerif rose from his place and went over to a large covered box in the corner. He pulled the cover off. A bird the color of midnight stared at him from its place. Zerif opened the cage. Garrin rose from his seat and watched as the dark feathered bird approached him from the cage.
He reached out as it sat down "Hey girl," Garrin whispered. The bird touched her beak to his wrist and turned into a tattoo. The shock settled in "What was that I drank?" he asked, furious over what had played out.
Zerif leaned ontonthe cage "The Bile, its more powerful than The Nectar," he replied.
Garrin felt himself shake "That's how Devin had a spirit animal, you gave him that stuff."
The man laughed, dark and dangerous. Garrin left the manor in horror.

Conor stared at the waxy tattoo on his brother's wrist "A swan?" he said.
Garrin tugged his sleeve down to hide it "Yep, common in Steriol like a certain redcloak," he replied.
Conor blushed at the comment "Oh." he squeaked.
Garrin laughed and pulled his mask down, it was carved to be a swan's face "Well I'll see you around," he said getting up.
Conor stood "Wait I need to know something," he said.
Garrin's masked face turned to him "What?"
"Can you make a swan noise?"
Garrin stared at his brother then started laughing "Can I- Can I make A swan noise? Dunno Conor can Worthy meow?" he said while laughing.
Conor flushed red "I got curious!" he countered.
Garrin started laughing harder that he begun making an odd squeaking noise. 
Conor started laughing "YOU SOUND LIKE BRIGGAN'S FAVORITE TOY!" he said.
The two brother laughed until it started to hurt and slowly they begun to calm down and sat in silence. A redcloak cane up to them. His mask bore no features "Hello Squeak," King greeted the black swan Redcloak.
Conor started giggling as Garrin stood "Yes King?" he asked.
King gestured to somewhere else "Stead needs you for a moment," he said.
The swan nodded and left, he stopped at the door "Try not to bite Conor up too much King," he said.
King sputtered for something to say. Garrin squeaked again and left quickly. Conor got up "Don't worry, Garrin does that to every boy I talk too," he reassured.
King made a soft hiss.