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Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He collects a mug of hot cider, and contemplates doing something very stupid for someone he cares about very much. Kath daon.

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He assumes a position of polite intrest,

"Speak, I listen."

"You listen a great deal. One day I will use that line on you and you'll stare at me and blink a bit."

But it's said with a wide smile and deep appreciation in his eyes.

"The blood...you have to understand that every drop of blood has your whole life in it. It's not just our food. It's the way we feel life. Imagine if you could know someone's soul just by sharing their blood. Everything you know, everything you are transformed into touch and taste. Imagine the tempation to take just one sip, one sip and then another, then another. To take them inside you and know every secret. To let them know yours. To be them. It's...a very deep sharing. And I drink Alex's blood regularly."

"And so he becomes as much a part of you as...you."

He nods, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs at the ankles. Arithon knows, all sorcerers from his worlds do, how things connect with themselves.

"It can not be easy, I think."

Then a flash of whimsy;

"Should you have questions, I may answer. Or I may not. I am a twisty bastard."

"It is wonderful at times...but it has it's problems, as I've said. My knowledge of his past is colored by being exceedingly personal. I've seen it through his eyes, but with my own judgement and detachment."

He smirks at Arithon.

"I've dealt with worse than twisty...and considering my father, either of them, I'd rather be a bastard."

"I rather liked my father."

Very mildly. Its the only way he can possibly control the grief that causes his green, green eyes to go dull.

"I can see how that would make it harder to judge that which happened."

He nods abruptly, with a slight smile. Arithon is very good at hiding his pains, the smile seems normal;

"I will always be available to speak with him."

He notices the pain.

"I'm sorry. That was...callous of me. Just because I've had bad experiences, I shouldn't have said such."

Another flip of his hands, and a more common shrug;

"You did not know."

"That doesn't wipe the pain from your eyes. There's more than enough there, often enough not even your own. I don't need to add to it."

"Kiel s'kyr'i'on s'Ffalenn, my friend. Apologize only when you hurt me a'purpose, for otherwise your life and mine will be nothing but an un-ending string of them."

That is probably not terribly helpful. Its all that the little sorcerer can offer.

He grins.

"Or I should work at doing things to make you smile."

"But then people might achieve the wholly ridiculous notion that I was interested in socialization. Which, may I remind you, I am not. For reasons of personal sanity."

He's mild about the whole thing, but somewhat worried as well. Arithon can't afford to be a hero.

"Understandable. Though you must understand that I'm well aware that what makes you smile and what makes other smile can often be entirely different."

He grins.

"For instance, you seem to find most of the ways my mind works...amusing."

His brows rise in mock shock,

"Should I not?"

He smiles.

"Be my guest. It doesn't always seem to work for me so at least let it be good for a smile or two."

He laughs a little, softly, then returns to an earlier statement;

"Is there anything that you would know about me? I do ask many questions, and would not like you to feel that I am unwilling to return the speech."

He shrugs.

"How long till your birthday?"

Another shrug.

"I'm not one for...point blank questioning unless I'm on the job. Such things will come and when they do...we'll talk of them."

"I don't know. Sometime in the spring, I think."

It wasn't something he ever had much use for, birthdays. They'd have a nice dinner, and that was about it.

"As you wish. When questions arise, I shall answer them."

He blinks then, feeling a slight stirring along his link with Alex and nods to Arithon.

"And they won't arise tonight, if you'll...excuse me. He's waking up and...I really should be there for him."

He gives the smallest of smiles Arithon.

"Though I wish you the best of the night."

"Good night,"

He rises, bows, and settles back down,

"Nick."

Another grin, a respectful nod, and then he's out the door.

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