(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Milliways was, for the most part, a place of simple pleasures for Lyrae Addam. She would sit and read by the fire, often with tea, sometimes with wine. Today was one of the latter, while she continued reading her book of biographies. She was most of the way through it.

It was a pleasant on the whole.

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Lyrae frowns.

Why would you-

But then, Ford Prefect had said that there had been a man, close to a father, a man who called himself Jasin Natael, but had been one of the Forsaken.

Very carefully, and very quietly,

My son's name was Joar Addam, before he... He changed.

[notsoharmless.livejournal.com]

Slowly, she nods.

I -- know the story. My mother. And some of my books --

She reaches for her bag, to display her (Joar's) (Jasin's) (gleeman teacher of Rand's) harp.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

A harp. One that would be much like her son would use. Was this girl really her... granddaughter? The family resemblance was certainly quite keen if she were. It made sense in a certain light.

Oh.

She seemed so very sure that they were related. This was... shocking.