Gael’s answer surprised him, while also solving the earlier riddle of where he knew the name from. It made sense now why he recognized the name but couldn’t place it. Reed’s mind was long detached from that faraway place, and in fact he actively tried to suppress his memories of that time. Some days that was harder when Merdem wanted to bring old shite up again, but eventually they were both far enough removed from the event that the memory became fuzzy. Could’ve been that his master had used the services of this Reacher, or perhaps he’d overheard talk of one. It didn’t matter now, that moment was far enough away for it to not affect him like it used to.
Merdem was inclined to brag about their exploits, so Reed changed the subject. “Agreed. My mother was a kelvic. Tell me, whats it like?” He asked before fully knowing what he was going to say. His face was impassive at mentioning his mother, with only a vague interest being expressed with the question. She had died when he was born so he knew nothing of her aside from the bits his master mentioned. He never had anything good to say about her, so Reed had long ago given up on understanding who his parents had been. However that had been when his fate was not his own. Now that he had control, he felt it would be wrong of him to deny the chance to at least something of what her life had been. Something besides that she was a mutt, and other less savory things.
After that had been answered, he followed it up a statement of his own. “All I know of her was that she’d been a mutt, and came from somewhere called Ravok. I asked where that was, and when I was told how far, I asked why bother with all of the trouble of bringing her that far. He just laughed and said you didn’t look a gift in the mouth. I shut up after that.” It was a close personal moment for him, and would be plain by the way he winced as he formed to words of that last part. He didn’t feel anything particular for his lack of parentage, just a hollowness that was hard to forget unless he was deep into his training.
“What sort of work do you think might interest you. It sounds like you might be suited to help guiding some of our hunters if you like roughing it in the wilds. Though maybe you’d like something within the city. I could ask around to see what was available.” He said, changing the subject again as he tried unsuccessfully to avoid getting too close to home on any one issue. Despite his dislike of the subject, it was not unpleasant to talk with someone familiar with Sunberth. It was a refreshing change from the blank stares he usually received when reasoning through his mental process with someone. To have met someone who knew what it had been like in the pits was equally as interesting as it was disquieting. He wasn’t used to having people around that would be overly familiar with places from his past, but he didn’t feel the need to be careful about what he mentioned. His life here in Syliras was the only thing that was real now, with his past being just a bad dream.
Merdem was inclined to brag about their exploits, so Reed changed the subject. “Agreed. My mother was a kelvic. Tell me, whats it like?” He asked before fully knowing what he was going to say. His face was impassive at mentioning his mother, with only a vague interest being expressed with the question. She had died when he was born so he knew nothing of her aside from the bits his master mentioned. He never had anything good to say about her, so Reed had long ago given up on understanding who his parents had been. However that had been when his fate was not his own. Now that he had control, he felt it would be wrong of him to deny the chance to at least something of what her life had been. Something besides that she was a mutt, and other less savory things.
After that had been answered, he followed it up a statement of his own. “All I know of her was that she’d been a mutt, and came from somewhere called Ravok. I asked where that was, and when I was told how far, I asked why bother with all of the trouble of bringing her that far. He just laughed and said you didn’t look a gift in the mouth. I shut up after that.” It was a close personal moment for him, and would be plain by the way he winced as he formed to words of that last part. He didn’t feel anything particular for his lack of parentage, just a hollowness that was hard to forget unless he was deep into his training.
“What sort of work do you think might interest you. It sounds like you might be suited to help guiding some of our hunters if you like roughing it in the wilds. Though maybe you’d like something within the city. I could ask around to see what was available.” He said, changing the subject again as he tried unsuccessfully to avoid getting too close to home on any one issue. Despite his dislike of the subject, it was not unpleasant to talk with someone familiar with Sunberth. It was a refreshing change from the blank stares he usually received when reasoning through his mental process with someone. To have met someone who knew what it had been like in the pits was equally as interesting as it was disquieting. He wasn’t used to having people around that would be overly familiar with places from his past, but he didn’t feel the need to be careful about what he mentioned. His life here in Syliras was the only thing that was real now, with his past being just a bad dream.
