wyatt johnston talks his sleep schedule — practice — 04.02.24
[what’s it like getting back at six am? i mean, is it like — a day or two, or how do you adjust to that?] i mean, for me, i think it’s … um, i know i can kind of get through it a little easier, i know some guys, you know, have kids and some other responsibilities where they don’t have the luxury of being able to sleep all day, but, um … yeah, i mean, i had — i was able to sleep in as long as i wanted and get as much sleep as i needed, which, um … you know, i think helps a lot for sure. um, obviously, it’s not easy though. uh — so definitely kinda took a little bit, but, yeah, i mean, for me it’s pretty easy just to — i mean, sleep ‘til i don’t need to anymore.
[so how long was that? what time d’you get up then?] um … i think it was around one or so? when i got up? it wasn’t — it wasn’t too bad. you know, obviously you wanna try to sleep at night too. um … so, yeah, i think it worked out, you know, worked out pretty well.
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Celebrations bear the risk of inviting ill omens, according to her grandfather. Those of the Loptr Church do not pay tribute to honor the anniversary of one’s birth. Each day is a victory pried from the remorseless hands of those who wish to extinguish their existence. The very act of living is the start of a revolution.
But exceptions to rules could be made especially when they were set in place by the Archbishop.
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Prince Julius is one of them. Sara has been told he is special. Being special though has never won her any friends and she hopes this time will be different. It has to be because Grandfather has never gone to such lengths to introduce her to anyone before.
Hands tightly wound around a gift for a boy she has never met, she stands at the edge of the Belhalla’s gardens. Gradually, she acquaints herself with the scenery and voices. Flowers blossom in colors that Sara didn’t even know they could, lining every walkway as far as her eyes could see. It makes her skin crawl in excitement.
The adults leave their children unsupervised for the most part, busying themselves with food and conversation. None of the children her age have much interesting to say. With the exception of one or two, they are unlearned in magic while those who have begun their studies have little to show for it aside from a few sparks.
However, it does surprise Sara to discover that Grandfather had not mentioned Princess Julia with silvery hair so similar to her own. One by one gifts are offered up to the royal children and she realizes that she was not given a second present for some reason.
Only when the boy with cherry red hair is finally alone does she approach him. Earlier, it had been difficult to get a proper look at him due to the crowd of small bodies surrounding the two twins.
A silence overcomes her, confusion writ across her face as if she cannot identify something.
"You're so ordinary," Sara voices in disbelief as soon as the thought occurs. "You're Prince Julius?"
Ordinary.
It sounded coarse and ugly, like a shattered window and the whistle of the invading wind. Julius had been called many things in his few years - special, beautiful, talented, a scion from birth, a long-awaited messiah - but never ordinary. He stares with the faintest wrinkle in the otherwise smooth skin between his eyebrows as if he’s never even heard the word before. The one who had uttered it looks like his sister, so he can’t call her ugly too, but he doesn’t recall having seen her face around the castle before, and for a fleeting moment they each try to figure the other out.
“You must not understand what that word means,” he settles on a reasonable explanation, and he smiles radiantly, eager to help, eager to show off. He is, as his tutors have told him time and again, quite bright. A reader by the age of five.
“Ordinary is the opposite of what I am,” he says with the guileless arrogance of children, the kind yet to grow thorns. “The whole country wouldn’t bring me gifts on my birthday if I was ordinary. Didn’t you bring me something, too?”
He reaches out his hand, still smiling, his eyes sparkling. "Usually they're left in the parlor, but if you wanted to give this one to me in private, then I won't tell. Then I'll send you along to my sister."
Most who found him were looking for her. She could be so terribly elusive.
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