Gann: age, 11. Roën: age, 8. Lyal: age, 7.

Lyal: What are you doing?

Gann: Playing. Don't you play?

Lyal: Yes. But not the way you are. What are those sticks for? 

Roën: Oh- you have to try to build a little fortress and then you throw pebbles at them. The one that holds up longer wins.

Gann: I'm winning.

Roën: Only because you stole my sticks!

Gann: I didn't steal them, I got to them first.

Roën: Hhmgghhhffgf.

Gann: Ha! You won't last a day in Guard Training.

Roën: Yes I will!

Gann: No way.

Roën: I will!

Lyal: Why do you even wanna be a guard? It looks boring. Your dad even yawns at least fifty times a day.

Gann: That's just cause it's dad. When I'm a guard I'm gonna be the best one ever! I've already done three years of training! All I need is eight more and I'll be an official knight!

Lyal: I thought it was a guard.

Roën: A knight is a guard.

Lyal: Oh. I hate it when you leave Gann. It's dull without you here. I only have Roën left and even he's gonna leave soon!

Roën: Yeah! I forgot to tell you but I'm going to guard camp in two weeks!

Gann: Gaurd Training.

Lyal: What? No, don't leave! I don't wanna be alone! Don't go Roën!

Roën: U-uh. . . O////O

Governess: Lady Lyal! What are you doing?!

Lyal: Uh. Nothing?

Governess: You are strangling that boy! Young ladies do not hang off of men! Unhand him at once!

Lyal: Yes miss. . .

Roën: M-miss governess, it's alright. I don't mind-

Governess: That is enough! I do not want to hear another word of it!

Gann: Of what? She was just giving him a hug. Hugs aren't bad.

Governess: Young ladies do not "hug".

Gann: . . . . *hugs Lyal*

Governess: Young man, that is extremely improper! Get your arms off of her at once!

Gann: Why? I'm not a young lady. Wanna see?

Governess: Well I never- put down your shirt!

Roën: Gann stop it!

Lyal: Ahg! Roën, don't cover my eyes! I'm gonna fall!

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Gann: age, 18. Roën: age, 15. Lyal: age, 13.

Gann: My oh my. Seems like someone gained some muscle.

Roën: I certainly hope so. After working out eight hours straight every day for seven years you'd think I'd gain some strength. 

Gann: You can't exactly tell though with those stubby little legs of yours.

Roën: Hey!

Gann: Is for horses.

Roën: Ugh. Your worse than a ten year old Gann.

Gann: And your a stiff.

Lyal: At least you guys grew! I'm still the same height I was when I was seven! -_- I can't believe I didn't get any taller.

Gann: Aw, there there you little shortcake. I'm sure you'll spring up eventually. Besides, even if you don't your cute short.

Roën: Gann.

Gann: What? Upset I'm calling her cute?

Roën: What? No, I-

Gann: Honestly. Do you really want this guy as your guard Lyal? You know, it's not too late to change your mind. You can do a lot better then him, aka, me.

Roën: Gann!

Roën: Relax baby brother. I'm kidding. Mostly. Anyway, you better take care of the little shortcake here. Because if you don't, then I'm definitely going to replace you!

Lyal: Gann, don't mess up my hair! The governess will throw a fit if it's messed up.

Gann: AH, I can handle that old cheese pot!

Lyal: Gann!

Roën: Gann!

Gann: That's my name, don't wear it out!

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Gann: age, 21. Roën: age, 18. Lyal: age, 17.

Lyal: Oh goodness. . .

Gann: Well well, someone's become quite the looker! Nice to see you've sprouted up Roën! Now you can see you have muscles. Bet you drive all the girls wild don't cha?

Roën: Drive all the girls- what? Gann what are you talking about?

Gann: Stiff as always I see. And Lyal, I can't believe you didn't grow an inch! Looks like your gonna be a little shortcake forever aren't you?

Lyal; How could you have gotten taller. . .?

Roën: Gann that's enough. Don't tease her.

Gann: You've gotten territorial, Roën! Ha ha! How tall are you now? Six foot? Six one?

Roën: Six three. . .

Gann: I'm Six five! Looks like your still little, little bro!