Title: Word of the Day v. FFIV
Author: Garnet Eyes
Archived: fanfiction .net, livejournal .com
Last Updated: 13 Mar 2011
Summary: 01 June 1999 edition.
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Cecil, Kain
Author Notes: propitious, adjective;
1. Presenting favorable circumstances or conditions.
2. Favorably inclined; gracious; benevolent.
Disclaimers: Final Fantasy IV is owned by Square-Enix and I in no way, shape, or form profit off of my writing. This is simply for my own pleasure, and may at any time be removed and/or modified as I see fit.

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The air was calm, the skies clear, and the temperature mild for it being this late in the growing months. Kain was kind of bored, because Rosa was being held captive by her mother to do her chores, as far as the older blonde was concerned, so he decided that now was the time to fish in the castle moat. He'd seen a bunch of the other highborn boys running around playing some team-based game, one that he had been invited to join, but he'd declined with the excuse of fishing although he simply hadn't felt like joining them this time. Maybe next time. For now, the sun was out, the weather was fair, and he wanted nothing more than to lazily sleep under warm rays while waiting for Rosa to appear. There was a new place they'd uncovered last time that they wanted to explore, and Kain preferred to have company when he went somewhere new. Specifically, he preferred Rosa's company, because she was his best friend and it wasn't honorable to do all the new and exciting things without her.

"H-hello..?"

Squinting one chocolate eye open against the light, Kain focused on the source of the interruption of his nap. It was the runt of the litter, so to speak: the bloodless prince, the boy without a pedigree who the adults just kind of turned their noses up at behind the little waif's back. The boy was a bit of a ghost around the castle, but Kain figured that had something to do with His Majesty's illegitimate heirs and by proxy most of the noble children always taunting him. Kain would never have to worry about that, because he had the respect his lineage deserved; he wasn't a peasant by birth.

Feeling generous in his relaxed state, the blonde gestured vaguely to the ground next to him and closed his eye again. He wasn't up for conversation, but the bloodless prince was pretty unassuming and really shy around his age-mates. If Prince Cecil wanted the company, Kain didn't see a point to arguing this day.