The last few day's had been strained Varian and his father had once again gotten into a huge fight, not there was any surprise there. As all they seemed to be doing now a day's was fighting. Varian had wanted so much to try and find a reasoning behind these rocks. To make his father proud, to show him he wasn't a disappointment in his father's or the village's eyes.

However the more he tried the more he seemed to mess things up, the village had been holding a party for one of their own when Varian decided to come up with an invention to help cut the cake, needless to say it didn't pan out well.

End result: No cake and one angry village.

The front door banged open Quirin stomping int the house covered in cake, Varian coming in close behind eyes casted down, his hand rubbing at his arm.

"Dad I'. He paused when Quirin held up a hand.

"I don't want to hear it Varian, not one word. You completely humiliated me today, you ruined Jimmy's birthday. How many times have I told you. All your inventions do is ruin this village you don't listen". The older man pinched the bridge of his nose. "You never listen".

Quirin walked past his son who glanced at the floor, unsheded tears filling his eyes. He didn't mean to make a mess of things he never did. He just wanted to make his father proud, for the man to love him. But maybe there was no point. Maybe he'd never get his father's love. Maybe he should just give up.

Glancing at his father one more time who had threw himself on the arm chair, his head in his hand. Varian quietly made his way upstairs, Quirin looked up at the last minute. Meeting his son's eyes, the hurt and sadness and something in swirling into Varian's before he reached his room. Shutting it behind him.

Quirin sighed.