Aurin actually laughed at that, his eyes brightening as he grinned happily for just a moment towards his new friend. He relaxed just slightly, this mage seemed like a good sort. “What kind of spells do you know?” The little boy was curious as he followed after, sifting though a vanity carefully. He didn’t want to break or loose anything, after all he was just after a cup that’s all. Just a simple little cup to hold his prize. He glanced up towards Constans as he crowed in victory over his sweet prize.
The young not-mage did have a sweet tooth.
He grinning happily as he reached out for the candy that the boy-mage offered him. His shock was complete when the friendly offer turned into a rough shove. He stumbled back and his heels caught on the form of the kneeling boy behind him. He tumbled, his breath rushing out of his lungs in a rush as he collided with the hard and unforgiving stone. His head cracked against the stone and for a moment his vision was flooded with stars and pain.
That moment was more than enough for the other boys to grab his arms.
Betrayed. Hurt, the Templar in Training thrashed against his captors. He was small though, and it was four on one. The conclusion to the fight was obvious, but Aurin was not one to give up. He gritted his teeth and kicked at his attackers as the carefully collected flowers scattered across the stone.