pedestal eyes

It's an easy arrangement. A comfortable one. Perceval is dutiful, exacting, ever-inculpable to the specifications of whatever he might have been asked to do. Godfrey is energetic, enthusiastic, willing to forgive most all trespass. Perun is gracious, yet grave, bridging them together even as all of them lack a true vein of patience.

Oh, together it gets done, but there is a surprising amount of arguing, meanwhile.

Justice. A pretty idea, to be sure. They, of all, must serve it to each other. They, of all, would dearly notice its lack.

But they, of all, can become distractingly, awesomely oblivious.