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Authors: P.S. Power
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side they'd done the same thing to everyone under a few hundred years old, so he hadn't been alone in their disregard that way. It had made his mother less than pleased, to say the least.
The woman sighed and smiled, not unhappy it seemed, which was a good thing, as far as it went. Tim couldn't do much for her really, if she was feeling bad. Still, he'd meant what was said. She was, by some method he didn't understand, family. If he could help her, he would. They all would. Even if they were fighting and mad at each other at the moment. It was what you did, after all. The odd thing there was that she didn't seem to understand that it should apply to him just as much as the other way around. Of course he was just as responsible for her that was the only way such things worked. It was most likely the age thing again.
"You're a lot like Tor, you know that?" She opened the door to his room, after touching it with a hand for a second, making his name appear on the outside of it in fine, but large, handwriting. "That's the kind of thing he'd do, giving away his entire fortune to those in need when he needed it for something else. I admire it, but it also makes life harder if you aren't careful." There was a message in the words, which he picked up on as she walked in, waving for him to follow.
"I'm not my brother." His feet scuffed slightly on the deep brown carpet under then as he followed her. She was still in the black outfit from earlier, which showed that she had a nice figure. He was too young to have relations, it was true, but not so much so he couldn't tell that she was very well put together. Blushing he looked away, knowing that this was his brother's...
Something or other.
To cover he kept talking, as Collette spun, her face slightly shocked at what he'd said.
"I was six when he left home. I remember him, but he's changed a lot over the years. He was always nice and kind, but..." How did he explain it to her? It almost sounded like a story to him and he was part of it. "I guess it's the whole Ancient thing. He was built to be Green's replacement. A caretaker for Noram. I'm just another of my mother's children. I got the trait that will make me live for a very long time and a few other things that are nice enough, some extra intelligence and some physical things that are useful." Like the fact that he couldn't get sick. Brown had told him about that one evening at the summit a few months back.
There would be no illness, he was most likely a lot harder to poison than most people and there would be some improvement in strength or speed, though it would be hard to tell which for a while, until he matured. Out of all of them it was Brown, his "Uncle Denno" that had told him the most. Green might be his grandfather, but the man hadn't been that interested in visiting with him. He hadn't been rude, but was distant and really focused on other things. It wasn't a huge problem for him, thankfully. Tim didn't really care about the man much at all either. Yes, they were family and he'd help if it was asked of him, or needed, but other than that it wasn't worth worrying about.
It wasn't lost on Tim that Tor and Tiera both had been offered positions at the Lairdgren school, but none of the others had been at all. Maybe it would have happened for him, when he was a little older, so he could let that part go, but what about Terlee or Todd? They were both smart. Terlee was a good percentage of the way to being as smart as anyone in the world, even if she wasn't going to live forever. Not having her to the Counts school was a waste.
No it had only been offered to the "special" ones. The favorites.
That wasn't how you treated your family. It wouldn't even have cost the man much, since he owned the place. That was part of the reason he was insisting on going to Printer. There were other institutions of course, but it was about as far from the man's control and influence as he could get and still be inside Noram.
He kept speaking,
The woman sighed and smiled, not unhappy it seemed, which was a good thing, as far as it went. Tim couldn't do much for her really, if she was feeling bad. Still, he'd meant what was said. She was, by some method he didn't understand, family. If he could help her, he would. They all would. Even if they were fighting and mad at each other at the moment. It was what you did, after all. The odd thing there was that she didn't seem to understand that it should apply to him just as much as the other way around. Of course he was just as responsible for her that was the only way such things worked. It was most likely the age thing again.
"You're a lot like Tor, you know that?" She opened the door to his room, after touching it with a hand for a second, making his name appear on the outside of it in fine, but large, handwriting. "That's the kind of thing he'd do, giving away his entire fortune to those in need when he needed it for something else. I admire it, but it also makes life harder if you aren't careful." There was a message in the words, which he picked up on as she walked in, waving for him to follow.
"I'm not my brother." His feet scuffed slightly on the deep brown carpet under then as he followed her. She was still in the black outfit from earlier, which showed that she had a nice figure. He was too young to have relations, it was true, but not so much so he couldn't tell that she was very well put together. Blushing he looked away, knowing that this was his brother's...
Something or other.
To cover he kept talking, as Collette spun, her face slightly shocked at what he'd said.
"I was six when he left home. I remember him, but he's changed a lot over the years. He was always nice and kind, but..." How did he explain it to her? It almost sounded like a story to him and he was part of it. "I guess it's the whole Ancient thing. He was built to be Green's replacement. A caretaker for Noram. I'm just another of my mother's children. I got the trait that will make me live for a very long time and a few other things that are nice enough, some extra intelligence and some physical things that are useful." Like the fact that he couldn't get sick. Brown had told him about that one evening at the summit a few months back.
There would be no illness, he was most likely a lot harder to poison than most people and there would be some improvement in strength or speed, though it would be hard to tell which for a while, until he matured. Out of all of them it was Brown, his "Uncle Denno" that had told him the most. Green might be his grandfather, but the man hadn't been that interested in visiting with him. He hadn't been rude, but was distant and really focused on other things. It wasn't a huge problem for him, thankfully. Tim didn't really care about the man much at all either. Yes, they were family and he'd help if it was asked of him, or needed, but other than that it wasn't worth worrying about.
It wasn't lost on Tim that Tor and Tiera both had been offered positions at the Lairdgren school, but none of the others had been at all. Maybe it would have happened for him, when he was a little older, so he could let that part go, but what about Terlee or Todd? They were both smart. Terlee was a good percentage of the way to being as smart as anyone in the world, even if she wasn't going to live forever. Not having her to the Counts school was a waste.
No it had only been offered to the "special" ones. The favorites.
That wasn't how you treated your family. It wouldn't even have cost the man much, since he owned the place. That was part of the reason he was insisting on going to Printer. There were other institutions of course, but it was about as far from the man's control and influence as he could get and still be inside Noram.
He kept speaking,
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