My Big Fat Tyran Family
Everyone knows the story of the Magelet and her Master Mage, but how exactly does this Master Mage come to be? That question will be answered in this very story.
Daine was unbearably nervous about meeting Numair's parents. His father's intial reaction through a mirror left much to be wanted.
A few month's earlier:
What do you mean she not Tyran. Some skinny Gallan girl will give you no sons, Arram."
"Father, I will not let you speak about Daine that way."
"And what kind of name is this? Daine, not a good Tyran name."
"Her being Gallan doesn't matter to me."
"Why won't you come home and marry a good Tyran girl. Your cousin Diana-
"Diana is 40 and smells funny."
"Arram
"Numair."
"Who is this Numair? Your Daine's brother?"
"No! My name is Numair, how many times must I tell you this?"
"I don't know this Numair boy, Arram. But you had better stay away from, he sounds like trouble."
With a sigh of despair Daine had only heard when one of Numair's theories went awry. Looking over at his fiancée he smiled and kissed her cheek. Apparently his father's idea of a good Tyran girl was out of the question
"Gus!, Gus!" Came a yell from the mirror.
"What you want Maria?"
"Why you bother Arram about his woman? He is a grown man who can decide for himself."
"When I was his age I listened to my Father."
"And look where that landed you."
"Stuck with a dependent family."
"You call me dependent! I cook, I clean, I help you run the business. What does this dependent mean? You are lucky you have a wife, laze."
"Maria you deal with him, he is your son."
"Now, Arram you come and bring this Daine. Your father will get over himself. I love you motek."
Present:
Numair was leading her up the path to a rather impressive brick house. It would have been elegant if there weren't statues all over the front yard of the. The entire green space was filled with white statues of various nude figures in different poses.
"My parents have a sickening love of statuary. They like to think it impresses the neighbors to have so much art."
"Some of them are nice."
Numair smiled down at Daine and walked up to the front of the house. When he reached for the door knocker he was attacked by a tiny Tyran woman with a black head shawl. For all her seeming frailness the woman tackled him and started shouting in what Daine supposed was Tyran. Daine thought to step in and help him when the door opened and Gus Draper came and pulled the old woman off Numair.
" Christos! Mother, the Carthaki's are not coming for you! It's Arram!" The old lady was led away glaring and mumbling blackly as she went back into Draper Hall. Helping her fiancé up from the dirt Daine raised her eyes to Numair's. She was about to comment on it when Numair's father beat her to the punch.
"What's this Arram. I spend many drachma on your fancy Carthaki education and you can't deflect your Yaya."
"Yaya is a crazy old woman who I would not want to hurt."
"It is no excuse for you, now bring this Daine inside so your mother can meet her."
Following Numair inside Daine got a chance to watch his father. Costas, or Gus Draper was a short pudgy man with salt and pepper hair. Numair had obviously inherited his father's nose, but his other feature's must have come from his mother.
"Arram, my son!" Her fiancé was enveloped by a large woman, who was crying onto his shoulder.