"You're mad.... at my father?" he asked, even more confused. "Because... of me?" he asked, swallowing a bit.
He listened to the story, coming out enough to sit on the bed while Alric spoke. Finally he asked, softly, quietly, trying to see if he understood, "you're saying that... that you were angry because... we're so much the same....?" he asked softly.
He had never been like anyone else before. No one else had ever been mad for him... well... his uncle, but he had died when Tiamaris had been five... and he had so few memories of the man, mostly just his voice, his quiet words as he taught Tiamaris to read, told Tiamaris how much knowing how to read had meant to his mother.
He watched Alric carefully, his eyes sliding slowly closer to a dull bronze as he started to become more secure in the knowledge that he wasn't about to be hit.
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He listened to the story, coming out enough to sit on the bed while Alric spoke. Finally he asked, softly, quietly, trying to see if he understood, "you're saying that... that you were angry because... we're so much the same....?" he asked softly.
He had never been like anyone else before. No one else had ever been mad for him... well... his uncle, but he had died when Tiamaris had been five... and he had so few memories of the man, mostly just his voice, his quiet words as he taught Tiamaris to read, told Tiamaris how much knowing how to read had meant to his mother.
He watched Alric carefully, his eyes sliding slowly closer to a dull bronze as he started to become more secure in the knowledge that he wasn't about to be hit.