Timestamp: Summer, 516av, 17th
Location: Adan Pavillion
It was earlier in the morning, but it was usual for the Adans to wake up fairly early. It would be peculiar to wake up later. The days were getting warmer as each one passed. Brocton ignored the heat, but he was getting a bit agitated to the temperature. It usually gets this hot during most summers anyways though. So why would it make a difference during this summer?
Brocton was watching his mother cook breakfast. Stew, again. She had cut up some carrots and other vegetables and plopped them inside the pot. Broc sat across from her, he was helping with the cutting of vegetables. He wasn't very good with the knife. "Mother, how much food do we need...." He started to complain.
"Enough to feed this whole Pavillion, probably more as well." Replied De'anu with a snort as she looked up to her son. "Seriously Brocton, when are you going to quit your attitude?" She inquired sternly. She wanted it badly, his attitude to change. "Honestly, I've enjoyed it so much when you were my good little boy." She said as she finished chopping up a stick of a large carrot. Each piece dropped inside.
"Mom, I didn't mean it. Honest."
"On the best side of things Brocton, I really am proud of you for being a hunter. I'm still proud that you are my son. I hate to see you leave, and I hate to be left." She said slowly. Hoping that Brocton will get the message. "You can't run your mouth to anyone anymore. It's not right, and it's not a good thing to do. The Gods certainly won't appreciate your behavior." Lectures Broc's mom.
"Yes I understand mother. I will work on it. I promise dearly. If it's the thing you wish for." Broc accidentally cut his finger slicing the last bit of onion. He cursed under his breath, but he quickly dropped the cut pieces of onion into the pot. He avoided getting any blood inside it as well.
"Good, now go wash that off and take Philly with you to the Bluethisle Caravansary. Philly has been visiting, and helping with the refugees, but Lilly reported some incidents. Maybe you can help clean up?"
"Sure." Broc gave his mother a hug and went off to find Philly, his sister.
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"Philly. Your going to the Bluethisle Caravansary. Can I come along?"
"Sure let's go."
Location: Adan Pavillion
It was earlier in the morning, but it was usual for the Adans to wake up fairly early. It would be peculiar to wake up later. The days were getting warmer as each one passed. Brocton ignored the heat, but he was getting a bit agitated to the temperature. It usually gets this hot during most summers anyways though. So why would it make a difference during this summer?
Brocton was watching his mother cook breakfast. Stew, again. She had cut up some carrots and other vegetables and plopped them inside the pot. Broc sat across from her, he was helping with the cutting of vegetables. He wasn't very good with the knife. "Mother, how much food do we need...." He started to complain.
"Enough to feed this whole Pavillion, probably more as well." Replied De'anu with a snort as she looked up to her son. "Seriously Brocton, when are you going to quit your attitude?" She inquired sternly. She wanted it badly, his attitude to change. "Honestly, I've enjoyed it so much when you were my good little boy." She said as she finished chopping up a stick of a large carrot. Each piece dropped inside.
"Mom, I didn't mean it. Honest."
"On the best side of things Brocton, I really am proud of you for being a hunter. I'm still proud that you are my son. I hate to see you leave, and I hate to be left." She said slowly. Hoping that Brocton will get the message. "You can't run your mouth to anyone anymore. It's not right, and it's not a good thing to do. The Gods certainly won't appreciate your behavior." Lectures Broc's mom.
"Yes I understand mother. I will work on it. I promise dearly. If it's the thing you wish for." Broc accidentally cut his finger slicing the last bit of onion. He cursed under his breath, but he quickly dropped the cut pieces of onion into the pot. He avoided getting any blood inside it as well.
"Good, now go wash that off and take Philly with you to the Bluethisle Caravansary. Philly has been visiting, and helping with the refugees, but Lilly reported some incidents. Maybe you can help clean up?"
"Sure." Broc gave his mother a hug and went off to find Philly, his sister.
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"Philly. Your going to the Bluethisle Caravansary. Can I come along?"
"Sure let's go."
