Mmmm. This story begins with a king. A wise, good king who had two sons, one elder and one younger.
[He pauses a minute, closing his eyes, knowing already that when Noct does the same, it's the visage of his father that will come to mind.]
And one day, a wicked witch came to the king's court, seeking a boon for some nefarious aim or another. But the king would have none of it, and sent her away.
[He strokes his hand over Noct's back, lulling him in time with the cadence of his words.]
Well, the witch decided to seek her revenge on the king, and knew that there was no better way to do it than through his sons. And so she crafted a spell, and wove an evil magic into a cloth, and returned to the castle grounds where the two boys were playing. But they were...
[He pauses, thinking, and then continues with a wry sort of amusement: ]
— flying kites, and it was the younger's turn to run free across the courtyards with it. So the witch thought the king had just one son, so she conjured a wind to blow the kite away, and when the young princeling chased after it, it drew him close enough to where she was hiding for her to throw the cloth over to him, changing him instantly into a cat.
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[He pauses a minute, closing his eyes, knowing already that when Noct does the same, it's the visage of his father that will come to mind.]
And one day, a wicked witch came to the king's court, seeking a boon for some nefarious aim or another. But the king would have none of it, and sent her away.
[He strokes his hand over Noct's back, lulling him in time with the cadence of his words.]
Well, the witch decided to seek her revenge on the king, and knew that there was no better way to do it than through his sons. And so she crafted a spell, and wove an evil magic into a cloth, and returned to the castle grounds where the two boys were playing. But they were...
[He pauses, thinking, and then continues with a wry sort of amusement: ]
— flying kites, and it was the younger's turn to run free across the courtyards with it. So the witch thought the king had just one son, so she conjured a wind to blow the kite away, and when the young princeling chased after it, it drew him close enough to where she was hiding for her to throw the cloth over to him, changing him instantly into a cat.