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Caden smirked at her, "That would be like blaming mine for how I am though they had nothing to do with raising me. No, my flaws can all lie squarely on Morden's shoulders as yours can on the shoulders of those who attempted to raise you where you were. Though, it seemed to me that even there you were a bit .. resistant to help." He kissed her temple and held her close, "I am glad you believed me and came here. I can't decide how I ever functioned with the boredom your absence must have entailed." He was teasing her, but it was true though. He'd always felt his life was eventful and perilous until he'd met her. NOW it WAS both of those things and more.
Naild nodded, "I'd prefer to start at the top that way we shall be feeling more certain of our skills by the time we must venture into the cellars and dungeon." He wasn't worried about going there, but he didn't want her to be reminded of her mother or being stabbed. He had no idea how he would handle it if his mother tried to kill him. Not as well as she had, he knew that. However, his mother had been loving and caring all his life, so perhaps that was the difference. "Maybe if we head to the kitchen, we can catch jasmine and Varen before they leave for the day...." he suggested, "And if they have, I bet we could find something in the armory...they were working in there tidying up." He clasped a hand to her elbow, "You ok?" he asked noticing that now familiar look about her face.
Morden smiled, "Then I shall to my best to keep up my end of the process," he said with a wink. "You were so beautiful when you carried Niald. Such a glow and joy about you. I used to just watch you and smile." he admitted. Thinking back on it his actions would seem inappropriate and he supposed they were. She'd been married then, though her husband was missing and presumed dead, no one actually knew that he was. He hadn't been able to help himself though. Luckily at the time he'd been training Caden, and that took a great deal of his time. he too had given some thought to possible effects of the star flowers. Would it change a child? how had it changed Niald? He had to believe that since Rebecca already had latent 'sight' the star flower was able to enhance that exponentially and faster. Nialds ability may not surface for years, it might surface tomorrow. No one actually knew, which was why the flowers were not used unless there was dire need. Holding her, he would not imagine his life with her gone. He would use the antidote again, even with all the risks to have what they shared now. "They do grow up...but...before long I have a feeling we will be grandparents many times over." Truth be told, he considered Caden's son as his grandchild even though they were no blood relation. Caden was as much his son and any blood born one could be, and he was just as proud as if he'd sired the man.
Alna drew in a deep breath and blinked a few times to clear the vision. She blushed a pretty pink, "Turns out all I had to do was close my eyes. Not sure why I didn't think of that before....I feel a bit foolish." She took a drink from a glass next to her, not caring what it was. Vision always disoriented her for a time and she needed to steady herself before she tried to communicate more. When she was ready she looked at her, "She is in the midst of the black Swamp fighting for her life. She is battling against ever more dangerous creature that are changing....Nathan it was huge..this beast managed to wound her but she was able to walk away." To be honest she had no idea how injured the girl was, and visions were always subject to misinterpretation and often affected by the angle of sight. "She has a good weapon it seems and I saw a brief flash of a crystal of some kind. I will have to look through Morden's books to identify it. Let me eat and then we can go find him."
Varen wasn't surprised she liked to read. She seemed to have a lot of general knowledge about the forest and creatures and fighting. He held the door for her when she asked him to join her for tea and some relaxation. "I was wondering which house you actually chose.." he admitted, "I may need to send missives or find you in an emergency..." And then she said he could stay the night if he wanted to and he was quiet for a bit. He was caught off guard and had no ready reply. He wasn't affronted or thinking ill of her for such things were not uncommon among the Centaur, but for someone to say such a thing to HIM, well that was unexpected. He was no one within their hierarchy, with no position or standing. Most Centaur females were looking for such things. He didn't imagine it mattered much now that their population was so small though. Maybe she was uncertain she'd ever meet another centaur and was willing to take what she could get. That made a bit more sense to him and he glanced over at her, "You honor me Jasmine. I am not at all worthy of someone like you." His old mindsets were going to be difficult to banish. He had been told his whole life that he was never going to have a family because of who he was, and who his family was. At this moment he was grateful they were all gone and that no one knew about them. Maybe he could actually start over and build a tradition on success and truth for his children to be proud of as they grow.
Naild nodded, "I'd prefer to start at the top that way we shall be feeling more certain of our skills by the time we must venture into the cellars and dungeon." He wasn't worried about going there, but he didn't want her to be reminded of her mother or being stabbed. He had no idea how he would handle it if his mother tried to kill him. Not as well as she had, he knew that. However, his mother had been loving and caring all his life, so perhaps that was the difference. "Maybe if we head to the kitchen, we can catch jasmine and Varen before they leave for the day...." he suggested, "And if they have, I bet we could find something in the armory...they were working in there tidying up." He clasped a hand to her elbow, "You ok?" he asked noticing that now familiar look about her face.
Morden smiled, "Then I shall to my best to keep up my end of the process," he said with a wink. "You were so beautiful when you carried Niald. Such a glow and joy about you. I used to just watch you and smile." he admitted. Thinking back on it his actions would seem inappropriate and he supposed they were. She'd been married then, though her husband was missing and presumed dead, no one actually knew that he was. He hadn't been able to help himself though. Luckily at the time he'd been training Caden, and that took a great deal of his time. he too had given some thought to possible effects of the star flowers. Would it change a child? how had it changed Niald? He had to believe that since Rebecca already had latent 'sight' the star flower was able to enhance that exponentially and faster. Nialds ability may not surface for years, it might surface tomorrow. No one actually knew, which was why the flowers were not used unless there was dire need. Holding her, he would not imagine his life with her gone. He would use the antidote again, even with all the risks to have what they shared now. "They do grow up...but...before long I have a feeling we will be grandparents many times over." Truth be told, he considered Caden's son as his grandchild even though they were no blood relation. Caden was as much his son and any blood born one could be, and he was just as proud as if he'd sired the man.
Alna drew in a deep breath and blinked a few times to clear the vision. She blushed a pretty pink, "Turns out all I had to do was close my eyes. Not sure why I didn't think of that before....I feel a bit foolish." She took a drink from a glass next to her, not caring what it was. Vision always disoriented her for a time and she needed to steady herself before she tried to communicate more. When she was ready she looked at her, "She is in the midst of the black Swamp fighting for her life. She is battling against ever more dangerous creature that are changing....Nathan it was huge..this beast managed to wound her but she was able to walk away." To be honest she had no idea how injured the girl was, and visions were always subject to misinterpretation and often affected by the angle of sight. "She has a good weapon it seems and I saw a brief flash of a crystal of some kind. I will have to look through Morden's books to identify it. Let me eat and then we can go find him."
Varen wasn't surprised she liked to read. She seemed to have a lot of general knowledge about the forest and creatures and fighting. He held the door for her when she asked him to join her for tea and some relaxation. "I was wondering which house you actually chose.." he admitted, "I may need to send missives or find you in an emergency..." And then she said he could stay the night if he wanted to and he was quiet for a bit. He was caught off guard and had no ready reply. He wasn't affronted or thinking ill of her for such things were not uncommon among the Centaur, but for someone to say such a thing to HIM, well that was unexpected. He was no one within their hierarchy, with no position or standing. Most Centaur females were looking for such things. He didn't imagine it mattered much now that their population was so small though. Maybe she was uncertain she'd ever meet another centaur and was willing to take what she could get. That made a bit more sense to him and he glanced over at her, "You honor me Jasmine. I am not at all worthy of someone like you." His old mindsets were going to be difficult to banish. He had been told his whole life that he was never going to have a family because of who he was, and who his family was. At this moment he was grateful they were all gone and that no one knew about them. Maybe he could actually start over and build a tradition on success and truth for his children to be proud of as they grow.