98 – Sacrifice

“It’s about Bendt, not Dragonblooded,”   you start.   “Well, it’s about Dragonblooded or rather not being Dragonblooded.  I mean….”   Maidens, you are screwing this up.

Your father glances over at Akachi with a questioning look.  “Svante met your son at Ramshorn.”  Akachi helpful adds.

“Yes!”  You desperately cling to any support, even from Akachi. “He’s coming here to join your crew!”

“Really?”  Your father’s face breaks into a wide smile.   “Kaja finally gave him permission.”

“Actually, she didn’t.”   You quickly amend.  “Bendt ran away.”

“Shit.” Your father mutters.  “Excuse my language.”

“Don’t worry.” Akachi assures your father.  “Svante is a bit of a foul mouth himself.”

You ignore Akachi’s quip and focus on your father.   He doesn’t seem to happy Bendt ran away from home.  This may be easier than you thought.  “Are you going to send him home when he gets here?”

Your father considers your request, swirling Ice Wine around his cup.  “No.  I’m not.”

“What?!  But it is dangerous out on the White Sea!”

“It is very dangerous,” your father agrees, “but I can’t keep protecting Bendt from Creation forever.   That’s what Kaja doesn’t understand.  We are mortal.  In a couple of decades, we aren’t going to be around.   The boy has to grow up and make his own choices, his own mistakes.”  Your father smiles ruefully.   “The Gods know I’ve made enough of them.   Still make them every once in a while.  But I’ve learned from my mistakes and it would cruel to deprive Bendt from those same lessons.  It’s not like he is going to appreciate me doing it.  “

“Yes, but would it be just as cruel to not share the lessons you have learned!”  You have to convince your father not to stand by let Bendt make a fatal mistake.  “He’s going to do something stupid and risky to try to trigger his Exaltation, but you know doesn’t work like that.”  Your father frowns at his cup.  “You understand what he is going though.   You can stop him from getting himself killed.  ”   How can you convince your father, a man who has always dreamed of Exalting, his son will never exalt?

“Some topics may be difficult for Anders to talk about, Svante,” Akachi interjects.

“The difficult topics are the most important ones!” you insist.   “Even when Bendt doesn’t seem like it, he will hear what you say.  He doesn’t want lies, he wants the truth, no matter how bad it is.   He wants to make his own choices, but he needs to know everything he can to be able to make them.”  You wipe your eyes on your sleeve.   Were you still talking about Bendt and Anders or you and Akachi?

Sighing, your father rubs his face with his hand.   “Svante, you may be a strange duck like your Uncle, but you got good head on your shoulders.”

“Well, he’s not really my uncle.”

Your father chuckles.  “I used to say the same thing to my step-father.  Mostly when he told me things I didn’t want to hear, but needed to.”

I bet your stepfather didn’t kidnap you, you think.  “Will you talk to Bendt?”

“I’ll talk to Bendt.”  Your father agrees.   “Tell him what he needs to know.  He won’t get on my ship unless he agrees not to take any foolhardy risks. ”

“You may want to talk to Kaja, too.”  Akachi suggests.  “She won’t take kindly to you whisking Bendt away.”

Your father nods.  “I’ve been meaning to get down to Ramshorn, but the fish runs have been so good, it’s hard to get away.”  A sailor knocks on the door and calls your father away.

Akachi chuckles.  “I may have been a bit overenthusiastic with the blessings on Anders lately.”   You pointedly ignore Akachi and the Elder Sidereal falls silent.   After a few minutes, your father comes back.  “Bendt is here and I want to make use of the rest of daylight to head to Ramshorn.   Was there anything else you wanted to talk about, Mayura?”

Bendt is standing behind your father, staring at you as if he is trying to recall where he saw you before.  Arcane Fate.  You sigh. You will have to start over again with your brother.

“I think we are good.”

Your father shakes Akachi’s hand and holds out his hand to you.  “It was nice to meet you, Svante.  I wish you a safe trip home.”

You stare at your father’s hand.  You assumed you would be going back to Ramshorn with your father and brother.   But then why would they invite you along?  Even if Akachi didn’t introduce you as his nephew, you would still be a stranger to them.   “I left Mei Mei back in Ramshorn.”

“We can go get her tomorrow, Svante.”  Akachi says.   “We should let Anders and Bendt go, they have a long journey on horseback ahead of them.”

One of the sailors sees you off of the ship.   “Are we going back to Yu-Shan tonight?”  You ask miserably.

“That would be my preference, unless you want to say here?”  Akachi jerks his head at a drunken man pissing against a wall.

You weren’t really sure if you wanted to go anywhere tonight.   Not with Akachi.   When you don’t answer, Akachi says “Come on.  Let’s walk along the dock for a bit.”

With heavy steps, you follow Akachi along the dock.   He leads you to a point where the breeze blows away the stench of fish and shit.   You lean against the wooden railing and watch the sea birds float in the water.  Akachi joins you at the rail.

“You introduced me to my father as your nephew.” You note.  Two of the seabirds are fighting over a piece of fish.  You wish you had some bread to give them so they wouldn’t fight.

“I needed something to tell your father to explain your presence and give your words weight.  We have used this story many times.   I didn’t think it would bother you.”

“It does bother me.”

Akachi takes a deep breath and fidgets with a dreadlock.  “I’m sorry.   If it’s any consolation, your father won’t recognize you the next time you see him.  We can create a better cover story to tell him.  ”

“I don’t like lying to my father’s face.”

Akachi stares out at the White Sea.   “Sometimes lies are all we have when no one remembers the truth, Svante.   You’ll come to understand this one day.”

“I remember the truth.”  You remind Akachi.  “Why do you lie to me?”

Instead of answering, Akachi stands up straight and protectively stands in front of you.    “What is it?” you ask.  You glance around your guardian and see Elder Kejak striding down the dock towards you.    You have never seen Elder Kejak outside of Yu-Shan and are surprised to see in dressed as a traveling merchant, all browns and greys.   Next to Elder Kejak, Akachi seems clownish in his color clashing coat.

Elder Kejak greets your guardian warmly.  “Good evening, Akachi.”

“Chejop.”  Akachi replies tersely.  “I thought you’d still be cleaning up your office.”   Elder Kejak’s office, when you last saw it, was gratingly neat.  Would it be possible for it to be any cleaner?

“I thought I’d see how Svante was doing.  It is my fault he is in this predicament as you so emphatically reminded me this afternoon.”  Did something happen between the two elders after you left with the Owl?

“He’s doing fine.  You aren’t needed here.”  Akachi’s fists are clenched at his side.

“I can’t really see him when he’s hiding behind you. “  Elder Kejak mimes standing on his tiptoes to see over Akachi’s shoulder.

“I’m not hiding,” You step out from behind Akachi.

“See, Akachi.  No harm done.“  Elder Kejak smiles warmly.  “Did you enjoy your visit with your birth family, Svante?”

“It was okay.”  You wish Elder Kejak would go away.  You were just about to get answers from Akachi.

“Just okay.   Visiting your family wasn’t the happy reunion you were expecting, was it, Svante?”

“No, but I’m glad I still visited them.”   Why was Elder Kejak here?

“What are you doing here, Chejop?”   Akachi demands, echoing your own thoughts.

“Svante needs to understand why we had to take him from his birth family.  Why certain sacrifices had to be made for the good of Creation.”  Elder Kejak slightly emphasizes the word Sacrifice.

This is your Trial of Fire.  You remember Aiko saying.   If you want to be a Sorcerer, you have to pay the price.

This really was your Trial of Fire and Elder Kejak wants you to give up your family!  You had a choice though.   Masaru’s brother said you had a choice!   You stare at your shoes and the grey warped boards of the dock.

“Chejop!” Akachi figures out what is going on.  “It was agreed!   Svante is too young to be initiated into Sorcery! How dare you defy…”

“I didn’t dare anything.    Svante set upon this path himself.”  Elder Kejak meets your eyes.  “Didn’t you, Svante?”

Plausible Deniability.   Elder Kejak used that term when you asked about Sorcery long ago.   “Yes, I took a copy of the White Treatise from Chiyoko’s school.”

“Don’t give me that horse shit, Chejop!”  Your eyes widen.  You have rarely heard Akachi curse.  “You manipulated Svante to this point.”

“You can make your complaint to the Convention of Essence Users.”  Elder Kejak counters.  “Since Svante has already set on this path, we should do our best to help him though his Trial of Endings.  “

“Don’t do this, Svante.”  Akachi pleads.  “You have no idea what you will be giving up.”

“Or you can hinder him, Akachi.”  Elder Kejak sighs.   “You’ll one day realize Svante is capable of much more than you realize.   Look at what he has accomplished in spite of you!”

“You think I’m hindering Svante?   I’m trying to protect him from….”  Akachi pauses, figuring out what is going on.   “You are trying to get Svante to end his relationship with me.”  He whispers.

“You have been holding him back from reaching his potential.” Elder Kejak points out.   “After what he has learned today, he has ample reason to never want to see you again. “

Akachi ignores Elder Kejak and kneels in front of you.  “Svante,” You stare blankly at Akachi when he calls your name.   “Don’t listen to Elder Kejak.   There is no need to rush your childhood.   You’ll have plenty of time to make a choice.  You weren’t even supposed to Exalt for another sixteen years!”

“Why?  Why should I wait?”  In spite of the tears in your guardian’s eyes, you continue.   “No.  It’s my life.  I’m going to make a choice now.  Even if it is a mistake.”

What do you sacrifice?

  • Your guardian has been holding you back from learning what a Sidereal needs to know and you will never be able to forgive your guardian for taking you from your family
  • Your Family. Elder Kejak is right.  A Sidereal needs to think of all of Creation, not just one family.   They don’t remember you anymore anyways, thanks to Arcane Fate.  If you weren’t around, those old forgotten wounds may finally heal.
  • Mei Mei. You will never have a normal childhood and you have to come to terms with this fact.   Giving Mei Mei to your little sister would represent you are ready to leave childhood behind.
  • Run Away. Fuck Sacrifices.  Fuck Sorcery.  Fuck everything.  You have been manipulated since you were an infant.   The only way to get free is to run away.   Even if you have to spend the rest of your life walking outside of Fate.   (Note: this option is not considered a Sacrifice. I’m not going to let you Sacrifice your Home just yet.)
  • Other

 

((The big decision!   This choice will have a major impact on the rest of Svante’s life, beyond initiating into Sorcery.   I would prefer you guys not tie on this one, so if there is one I may give you an out of character choice to break the tie.))

((I wasn’t planning on adding Mei Mei to the list, but having a physical representation of the sacrifice of your childhood makes sense.  ))

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91 – Brothers

You look down, disturbed by your brother’s assertion, and notice your boot is untied.  You bend down to fix it, giving yourself time to think.  Part of you wants to help Bendt, yet you hesitate.   Why?  Brothers help each other, right?  Masaru would complain about his older brothers harassing him, yet you knew that your friend would do anything for them.   And Masaru was certain his brothers would do likewise.   From the Loom of Fate, you know your father’s boat was Wallport dock.  You could tell him that the Fire Dragon was in dock.

Yet your brother didn’t realize what he was giving up if he Exalted.   That there was always a price for power.   He didn’t know about the heavy responsibility laid on every Exalt – to care for Creation and protect it from all of its enemies.

Giving your laces a final tug, you decide what to do.   You need to make Bendt understand what was at stake.  “If you Exalt, you’ll have to leave Ramshorn and go to military school. “

Bendt nonchalantly leans against a pine tree.  “Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”

You rub the back of your neck.  Your brother wasn’t getting it.  “You’d have to leave everything and everyone you know behind. Your village, your friends, your family.“

“And that’s supposed to be a bad thing.”  Bendt repeats, peeling pine bark from the tree.  The paper thin pieces litter the snow by his feet.

Bendt has no clue what how lucky he is to have his family.  What it would mean to lose them.  “Your mother loves you.”   Bendt looks away troubled.  “She’d worry about you.   You might never see her again.”  Your eyes tear up as you remember not the mother you shared with Bendt, but the one who raised you.  Arcane fate erased you from Nanny’s memory, so the goddess was spared the grief that you felt every day.  “You don’t know how much you miss someone until they are gone.”

Bendt stops shredding pine bark and meets your eyes.  “If I have a chance to Exalt, I have to take it.   I’d regret it the rest of my life if I didn’t.”

You grab your brother’s arm.  “Think about what you’d regret if you did Exalt.  What you will lose!  Don’t be in such a rush to give up your childhood, Bendt.”  Your heart skips a beat when you hear Akachi’s words come out of your mouth.  You let Bendt go, as if he burned you.

Bendt looks down on the ground.  “I’ll think about it.”  Your brother puts his hands in his pockets and leaves you by the pine tree.  Watching him leave, you know that he will continue to badger the traders about whether his father’s boat was in dock.   And one day Bendt will leave the village and never return.

After your useless talk with your brother, you wander the village alone.   Ramshorn was a peaceful, prosperous village.  A rarity in the harsh North.   A baker pulls fresh bread out of the oven.   A blacksmith inspects a horse’s foot before nailing a shoe on.  A group of girls around Linnea’s age gossip and giggle in front of the general store.  You were glad your family lives here.  Bendt was an idiot if he didn’t realize how lucky he was.

After a while you head back to your mother’s cabin.  You knock on the door and anxiously wait.  While you weren’t away for that long, you still feared your mother wouldn’t remember your earlier visit.  Mei Mei whines on the other side of the front door and you smile.  Your sister answers and recognizes you.   Mei Mei dances around you, ecstatic you are back.   With a smirk, Linnea motions you into the cabin.  You pick up the puppy and wipe your feet before entering the cabin.

You pause before entering the kitchen.  Your mother is talking with another woman whom you can’t see from the angle of the door.  Suspicious, you listen for a moment.   You are relieved when you don’t recognize the voice.   Akachi hasn’t sent someone to drag you back to Yu-Shan.   You walk to the kitchen and stop short when you see a wood aspect in a Shogunate uniform serenely sitting at the table, drinking tea.   The Dragonblooded pine green hair is braided and longer than the regulations allow.   Her taupe eyes light up when she see you enter the room.   Setting her tea aside, the wood aspect leans forward in her chair.  “Ah, it was you Linnea’s mangled message was about. “

“Oh!”  Your mother says, as if just remember you.  “That’s Svante.   He’s staying with us while he looks for his relatives.  Svante, this is Hayashi Gudleifr.  She is the Shogunate Medic assigned to the Garrison.  She drops by every so often to check up on my patients.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Svante.”  You knit your brows when you hear the medic’s patronizing tone.   You hate it when adults treat you as if you are an idiot.   “Why don’t we go for a walk?   We have a lot to talk about.”

What do you do?

  • Yes, you do have a lot to talk about with Gudleifr.
  • No, you aren’t going for a walk. Whatever this Dragonblooded has to say, she can say it here.
  • No, you aren’t going anywhere with this Dragonblooded. Leave the cabin.
  • No, you aren’t going anywhere with this Dragonblooded. Tell the Dragonblooded to leave.
  • Other

 

 

 

90- Questions

As soon as the cabin door clicks shut, Bendt asks, “Are you Dragonblooded, Svante?”

Was your brother dense?  Couldn’t he wait to question you about Dragonblooded until you were out of sight of the cabin at least?  You look though the frosty cabin window, worried your mother or Elise heard Bendt’s question.  Fortunately, your mother chatting with her patient and Elise is on the kitchen floor playing tug of war with Mei Mei.

“No.”  You answer honestly.   You jump down the steps and run through your mother’s snow covered yard.  The morning sun was quickly thawing the icy streets.   “How long have you lived in the village?”  The house you saw your mother leave your father from was different than this cabin.

“About ten years.”  With dogged determination, Bendt continues about Dragonblooded, “I was hoping you were a runaway.   Gudleifr says those Dragonblooded Schools can be rough, trying to force the students into exalting and preparing them for the Legions.  Your parents are Dragonblooded, right?”

“Nope.”  It was going to be warmer today than you thought.  You pull off your hat and unfasten the top few buttons of your coat.

“Grandparents?”

You hesitate before answering.  “No.”

“How did you find us?”

This tour was turning into an interrogation.  You put your hands in your pocket and pick up the pace.  “I asked around.”   Even if your brother knew who and what you were, it wasn’t a good idea to talk about the Loom of Fate.   You knew from Rikali’s memories the Loom’s surveillance powers makes people uncomfortable.

Bendt continues his barrage of questions.  “Where do you come from?  Did you come in through Wallport?”

You didn’t have a good answer for Bendt’s questions.  You are beginning to regret not wearing a Resplendent Destiny to visit your family.   One of the worse parts of a mission was being quizzed about your cover story.  Now, you can see why Akachi and the other Sidereals insisted on it.   “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You are Dragonblooded!”  Bendt accuses.  “That’s why you won’t answer my questions.”

“I’m not Dragonblooded.”

“I won’t tell anyone….”

You met your brother’s eyes.  “I’m not Dragonblooded. “ You repeat quietly.

Intimidated, Bendt backs off.   “Sorry, man.“  Your face burns with shame.  You didn’t mean to scare your brother.  Perhaps this whole trip was a bad idea.  You begin walking again, leaving Bendt next to a snow drift.

“Wait!”  Your brother sprints through the snow, easily catching up with his long legs.  “I understand what you are going though.   It’s the waiting that gets to you. “   Relieved Bendt came to his own conclusions about you, you slow down and let him catch up.  “I’m in the same boat as you are, Svante.  Nothing fucking happens in this Village.   No Bandit Attacks.  No Fair Folk.  Not even a fucking Blizzard.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” After your experience with Rory and the other Fair Folk, you are mystified by anyone wanting to encounter one.

“Not if you need to exalt.”  Bendt picks up a chunk of snow and throws it at a tree truck.

“You don’t need to do something heroic to exalt.  For Dragonblooded, all you need is a high stress situation.”  It’s why the Chuzei are so rough on the students.

“What other option do I have?”    Bendt kicks a piece of ice across the cobblestone road.  “The Schools only take children of other Dragonblooded.   Kids like you and I aren’t supposed to exist.”  Officially, Dragonblooded weren’t allowed to consort with mortals.   While no Dragonblooded was ever disciplined for taking a mortal lover, they risk scandal by doing so.   Having children by a mortal was even more frowned upon.  A mortal living with Aspect Markings would be living proof Dragonblooded weren’t the pillars of virtue the Shogunate portrays them to be.

Yet as a Sidereal, your aspect markings were more of an advantage than a fault.  And as a Sidereal, you may be able to help your brother out.  Closing your eyes, you concentrate on Bendt’s thread of fate.  A child’s path though the Loom of Fate can branch out into infinite possibilities.  It was one of the reasons why you couldn’t create a Resplendent Destiny last longer than a year.  Bendt was nearing adulthood, so the directions his thread could take were just beginning to coalesce into a solid future.   While you did not see the gentle glow denoting an Exalt in his immediate future, your brother still has a chance to exalt until he was twenty.  When you get back to Yu-Shan, you can ask someone to check Bendt’s fate for you.  Unfortunately, you had nothing to tell your brother now.  Discouraged, you say, “If it is your fate to exalt, then you will exalt.”

“Fate better hurry the fuck up.  I’ll be too old soon.”

Your brother’s comment sends chills down your spine.  “You shouldn’t rush fate.”  You warn him.  “Those who do end up running afoul of Mars or Saturn.”

Bendt clenches his fist.  “Fuck, you’re just a kid.  You can still afford to wait for Fate to Exalt you.“

Your heart pounds in fear.  “You aren’t planning on doing anything, right?”

“Anything stupid, you mean?”  Bendt snorts.  ”You sound like my mother.  No.  I just want to get out of this fucking village.   I’ll have more chances to exalt working on Father’s boat.  I keep telling Mother to let me go, but she says it’s too dangerous on the White Sea.”

“I’m sixteen years old now.”  Bendt raises his chin.  “I can make my own decisions.  I keep asking the traders if they have seen my father’s boat at dock.  I’m going to go with father next time he ships out.”

 

What do you do?

  • Tell him that Father’s boat is at dock in Wallport. Go with him to meet your father.
  • Tell him that Father’s boat is at dock. Let him go and stay in the village.
  • Tell him nothing. Let your brother find out about your father’s boat on his own.
  • Other

 

89 – Breakfast

“Mei Mei!  Come here!”  Mei Mei stops begging your mother for scraps and pads over to you.   You pick her up and carry her over to Elise.  “This is Mei Mei.”

“Puppy!”  Dolls forgotten, Elise holds out her arms for Mei Mei.   You hand the puppy over and Elise giggles as Mei Mei enthusiastically licks her face.

With both puppy and little sister occupied, you approach your mother.  She is bent over a basin, peeling potatoes.  “Can I help?”  You have a lot of experience peeling potatoes from all those detentions with your Dragonblooded circle.

Your mother is surprised at your offer and gratefully hands over a sharp wood handled knife.  “Be careful, it’s sharp.”  You take the knife and peel and slice potatoes. Your mother observes your work for a moment.  Satisfied you know what you are doing, she fries up some bacon.

“Does Anders come to the village often?”  You remind yourself to be careful not to say “My Father.”

“He visits every couple of weeks.  He lives in Wallport, where his ship is docked.”  Brows furrowed, your mother stares out the window at Bendt.

You slow in your potato slicing.  “Is there something wrong?”  All you see out the window is Bendt placing a log on the chopping block.

“Sometimes, I wish Anders would stay away,” your mother whispers to herself.

“Why?” you ask.

Your mother is startled at your question.  “All his visits do is get Bendt worked up. “  She restlessly wipes down the counter.

“About what?”  Maybe you can figure out why your parent’s aren’t together anymore.

“Bendt carries the blood of the dragons, like you do.  I tell him there is little chance of him exalting, but he still hopes.”  She goes back to the stove to check on the bacon.   “Anders coming by and telling stories of Bendt’s grandfather doesn’t help.”

“There is always a chance he could exalt.”  If Bendt did exalt, your brother could join Chiyoko’s circle.

“Yes, but I’m afraid Bendt will try to do something stupid to trigger it.”  You mother checks on your potatoes. “Those potatoes need to be cut smaller or else they will take forever to cook.”

You cut the potatoes into smaller pieces.  The subject of your brother’s exaltation makes your mother uncomfortable, so you change the subject.   “What about you?”

“Me?”  She frowns.  “I’m not anyone important.”

“Everyone is important to someone.  How long have you been a healer?  Where did you get your training?”

“I’ve been healer for… ten years?  Hayashi Gudleifr, she is a Wood Aspect up at the Garrison.  She noticed I had a talent for Thaumaturgy, so…”

“You’re a Thaumaturgist?!”  You are impressed.  “That is so cool!”

Your mother shrugs.  “I only know a couple of wards.”  She smiles mischievously.   “Medicine is easier than magic.”

“Not many mortals can do Thaumaturgy.  What wards do you…”  A cup shatters on the floor.

“Linnea!”  Your mother leaves the stove and checks on her.   “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”  Your older sister says in a shaky, thin voice.  Linnea picks up a straw broom from the corner and begins to sweep up the ceramic fragments.

Your mother pulls another cup out of the cabinet and sets it besides Linnea.   “That should be enough potatoes, Svante.”  She swipes your potatoes into a bowl and tips them into the hot pan.

You set the knife down.  “Is there anything else I can do?  Set the table?”  You want to be helpful and make a good impression.

“Linnea can set the table.  She knows where everything is.  I appreciate your help, but you are a guest, Svante.  Sit down and relax.”

Later, as you eat a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, and potatoes, you listen to your mother explain to you the various Thaumaturgical wards she’s learned from the Wood Aspect at the Garrison.  You’ve learned many of the wards already from the Owl, but you stay silent.  You and Elise take turns giving Mei Mei breakfast tidbits from the table.

“Svante, do you have any Dragonblooded in your family?”  Bendt asks between forkfuls of eggs.

Your mother sets down her cup of tea and rolls her eyes.  “Bendt, you have done nothing but pester the boy since he got here.”

You answer Bendt’s question.  “I don’t know much about my family.  I know I am descended from Cinead Torkil.  He was a Fire Aspect stationed in the North.   Most Northerners with Fire Aspect markings are descended from him.”

“Cinead Torkil…. Maybe he’s my ancestor too.   I’ll have to ask my father about him.”   Bendt is about to ask another question, when your mother interrupts with a question of her own.

“Svante, how long were you planning on staying in town?”

“I don’t know.”  You figured you’d stay until Akachi comes and gets you.  You weren’t looking forward to confronting your guardian.

“Do you have a place to stay?”

Your cheeks burn and you shake your head.   You didn’t plan this trip well.

“If you don’t mind sharing a room with our patient, you can stay here.  He doesn’t have anything contagious.”  Your mother assures you.   “He just broke his leg in a fall.”

“You don’t have to do that.”  You fiddle with the remains of your bacon with your fork.

“It’s not a problem.  None of my children have the patience to listen to me blather on about Thaumaturgy.”

“Thank you,” You are relieved.  Your mother is a really nice person for taking in a strange boy who showed up on her doorstep.

Linnea, who has been quiet during breakfast, asks “Can I be excused?  I promised Elowen I’d visit her this morning.”

“Linnea, you haven’t eaten much.”  Your mother observes.

“I wasn’t really hungry.”  She picks up her full plate and sets it on the counter.

Bendt scrapes the last of his potatoes from his plate.  “Have you been around town yet, Svante?”

What do you do?

  • Go with your brother for a tour around town
  • Follow Linnea when she leaves the house
  • Stay with your mother and Elise
  • Other

 

((I like the Ex3 Thaumaturgist merit for mortals.  It means that not everyone can do it, thus you can’t buy your way into magic and leaving options for social mobility. ))