My Fair Dragon Lady
Me: I am so bloody annoyed!! Because of the changes have made, all the chapters I have written for any fic now have no bloody page breaks!! My laptop won't put normal pagebreaks in so I use three pound signs, but they don't show up anymore!! Damn it!! Sorry about that guys it really ruins the fic. From now on, I shall write PAGEBREAK and then there shall be no way in which could ever foil me!!
Oh, and also, I am sooooooooooooooooo sorry that this hasn't been up earlier. I blame exams again. Oh, and writer's block. That too. Anyway, it's here now!!
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"Look, will you leave it! It's alright!! I can walk by myself! Let me go!!"
"And Karim is Mr. Congeniality." said Mahado sarcastically as he and Kisara supported Seth, with his one arm around his shoulder and the other around her waist, "Since when did you get so heavy??"
Seth scowled lethally. "I am 6ft 4!! And it's muscle!!"
Kisara grinned. "Alright calm down we believe you."
Mahado looked at her deviously. "I don't."
As Seth's legs weakly allowed him to walk down to dinner for the first time in a few months, he felt inwardly glad that no one was there to see him being practically carried down the hallway. Things could only be worse if...
Isis seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Aw..." she clapped her hands together, "I am so happy that you are finally feeling better!"
He frowned. "You are so lucky you are pregnant, or you wouldn't be!"
She instinctively put a hand to her now six-month old bump and smiled uncontrollably. "I can feel it kicking now." she said.
"How long now?" asked Kisara.
"Three moontides!!" she grinned, as Kisara bounded up and hugged her tightly, "Oh, and I forgot to ask, now you're out of bed."
"What?"
"Will you marry us?" she asked, as Mahado left Seth with Kisara and went to her side.
Seth raised an eyebrow. "Um... Which one of you? Because you," he looked at her, "you're old and you," he looked at Mahado, "you're a bloke."
Mahado looked sarcastically touched. "Hah!!" he inhaled sharply, grinning inanely, whilst keeping his eyes narrow, "You noticed!!"
Isis however, simply looked annoyed. "Will you conduct the ceremony?"
"And why the Hell would I want to do that?"
"Because you love us really."
"You see, Isis, I do not love you, I do not even particularly like you, and this brings up yet another round of 'why the Hell should I do anything for you?'. indeed, the contest is never-ending. However," he said, "If you're going to pay me, that would be feasible."
"That would be fine." said Mahado, squeezing Isis' hand.
Isis smiled. "Thank you." she said, before she and Mahado turned away and made their way to eat, "Are we really going to pay him?" she whispered to Mahado.
"Hell no."
Kisara giggled, guessing at what they were saying, and continued to help Seth. She was only helping him if you looked closely. On normal inspection they were just arm in arm. "You remember what Lord Irj said," she reminded him, "No more than three hours work a day."
"Please, please don't talk to me like Isis does." he moaned, "I just want everything to be back to normal."
"It soon will be." she said, "And the Pharaoh wanted me to introduce you to Akunadin's replacement."
He looked down at her, blinking. "Took a while to replace him." he remarked, "So what's his name?"
"Her name is Iu-Amenitrê." Kisara replied, feeling a bit strange about the 'replacing Seth's father topic', "I am sorry about your father."
"He tried to kill you. You need not be so accepting." he didn't have to look at her to feel she felt confused, "What is the matter?"
She sighed. "Sometimes..." she said slowly, "I wonder if perhaps, he was right."
He glared. "No!"
"Maybe I am a danger to you."
"Kisara..." he said, "People saw what you did when Mana released your Ka all that time ago. That news travelled far and wide. No one will be in any hurry to kidnap you!"
"But I can't control it." she said, "It was just that one time."
"I can teach you." he said, "I may not be so keen on my own magic, but summoning Kas with Shadow Magic I can teach you."
"Really?"
"Besides..." he said, "Even if you had no White Dragon, I would make you safe. You would have more guards than the Pharaoh, the protection you so deserve... And if being the High Priest still puts you in danger, I can always resign." he said cheekily.
"Don't be silly." she chided.
"I mean it!!"
There was a moment of silence, before she opened her mouth again. "You would really do that?"
His gaze softened. "Yes."
As they entered the Upper Refractory they could hear the vague clattering of food dishes and trays and people barking orders. The Upper Refractory was for the Priests, Masters, and Royal Family only, so it was more like a restaurant than the Lower Refractory, which was like a cantine - for pretty much everyone else. Sometimes Atem ate in his own chambers - it was easy enough to have it brought to him, but, unlike Seth, he disliked being alone for long periods of time, not even to gather his thoughts. He liked the company, and would sometimes, if it was fairly empty, sneak into the Lower Refractory with Mana.
However, this time, it was not the usual ensemble. Seth began to force himself to walk by himself, and let Kisara walk by his side. Mahado and Isis sat together, Shimun, Karim and Shaada were there too, however this time, next to Atem sat an energetic Mana, trying her best to behave maturely, and there was also a young woman whom Seth had never seen before. She was in her mid-twenties, he would guess, and wore a strange head-ornament which showed her crown, but was pinned into her hair about four centimetres above her ear all the way around, so you could see her crown, and then a sheet of white, which was actually quite elegant, once Seth had given it some consideration. She had a dress like Isis' and had hazel-ish eyes.
"Hm Ntjr Seth, Lady Kisara," said Atem, as he got to his feet, and beckoned the woman to stand as well, "this is Iu-Amenitrê, our new Lector Priestess."
"Nice to meet you." said Kisara.
"Charmed." said Seth distractedly.
"Thank you." she said, "I trust you have recovered well, Hm Ntjr?"
"I have." he replied.
"Let's eat!!" Atem announced as they all retook their seats.
Kisara took a look around the table, and couldn't help but notice the youth of the Pharaoh's Court. Normally, Pharaohs valued age and hence wisdom on their Courts, however Atem did not. From what she knew of all of them, she knew that age and wisdom were not necessarily entwined, and she supposed that Atem must have known that too. Shimun was the only person who she could describe as old - Seth would call all of them old, but she did not think so. Shaada was the next oldest, and couldn't be older than thirty-eight, and the others were all much younger. Priestess Iu-Amenitrê seemed to be, from what Kisara could see, very highly intelligent and sharp, yet she still had the sparkle of someone ten years younger. Kisara was also happy that they had picked another woman. Despite Egyptian women having more rights than women of other countries, most of them were married by the time there were eighteen. If they were not, it could been two things. The first, was that they were either very poor, like Kisara was, very ugly, or had unamiable personalities. The other thing it could mean was that they were strong-minded and determined - to get an education, to work and support themselves. This kind of woman were not so sought after for marriage, but could go far up the hierachy. Atem liked to have at least one woman on the court, as his father always had. It provided a good balance and a slightly different perspective. Kisara admired these powerful women, so elegant and untouchable. To be up there with the most powerful men. With sorcerers like Mahado, warriors like Karim, advisors like Shimun and Shaada, and great minds like Seth. It was something to be proud of.
"So what did you do before?" asked Isis as servants arrived with plates of food.
Iu-Amenitrê smiled. "I taught Classical Civilisations and ancient languages at the Academy of Alexandria." she said, "I taught mainly students of fourteen to eighteen years of age. I suppose I've dabbled in lots of things."
"Have you dabbled in Magic?" asked Mahado.
"In Alchemy, but not other branches." she said, taking a sip from her goblet, "It was never my forté. Now, um..." she looked puzzled for a moment, "You must introduce me again, because I think I've forgotten names, and I feel a little stupid." she laughed.
"We shall tell you a little about each of us." said Mahado, "I am Mahado, I am a sorcerer and mage, and I teach Magic, oh, and I like to annoy Seth."
The table broke out in chuckles and Seth looked peeved.
"I am Isis, I am a Seer. Along with Seth, I do, well, pretty much anything that needs doing. Ecomony and politics mostly. I like to annoy Seth also."
"I'm Karim, I am Head of the Army and I'm in charge of all military affairs."
"I'm Shaada, I am an advisor, I deal with national relations."
"I am Shimun, I am a Grand Visier."
Seth looked a little disgruntled. "I'm Seth, I'm also a Grand Visier and I deal with international relations, economy and law. However I specialise in languages, phonetics and articulate speech. Oh, and I seem to have aquired the post of Royal Babysitter."
"Seth!" said Isis sharply, like a mother scolding her child. Atem merely smirked. He was quite used to this.
Mana looked nervous. "Um, I'm Mana... I'm Mahado's student." she said.
"And that's the Midget Pharaoh of Egypt, by the way." said Seth, gesturing to Atem with a lazy hand. Isis looked offended and Mahado sweat-dropped.
Iu-Amenitrê's brow raised. "I can see Seth is quite a character." she said to Isis.
"Yes... Yes..." she said, "You will learn to cope with him."
Iu-Amenitrê let her brow fall again. "And..." she turned to Kisara, "Who is this young lady?"
"I am Kisara..." she said meekly, before becoming more confident, but before she could continue, Mahado chipped in:
"This is the lady who has stolen Seth's heart." he said, and Kisara blushed slightly.
Seth nodded sarcastically. "Well-observed." he said, giving several slow claps with his hands.
Kisara was actually glad for Mahado's intervention, as she had no clue as to what she should say. 'We are sleeping together', would not sound good, 'we are in love' sounded foolish, and Seth would never forgive her, and she would have to lie otherwise. She silently thanked Mahado.
Iu-Amenitrê smiled softly. Seth certainly was an interesting character. He was very handsome, yes, but his attitude... How could this girl steal his heart? And how could this girl love him back? Indeed if she did. She found she had to turn away again when Shimun began a new topic of conversation, yet Seth and this girl Kisara seemed uninterested after the first few minutes. She glanced back at them through the corner of her eye, seeing that they were looking at each other, and seemed quite lost in one another. She saw the expression on her new collegue's face - soft, gentle. Quickly averting her gaze back to Atem, who was talking about Shadow Magic, she now saw the answer. They needed no reason. It was simply love.
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The meal went on for what felt like ages. Seth found himself getting bored, and his body, which was still getting used to being off the medicine, was aching to go. He wanted to sleep... So much...
Seth was lucky however, that his cousin was more awake than he gave him credit for, and could see that Seth was becoming exhausted. He brought the conversation to a steady end and made an appropriate injection that it was very late and they had much work to do tomorrow. As the party disbanded, Seth and Kisara left with Atem.
"Thank you." Seth whispered to his cousin.
"Rest well cousin." he said, "You need not do any work until tomorrow evening. I have ordered the servants not to bother you."
Seth smiled. "Thank you. Good night cousin."
Atem smiled and walked off to his own chambers, letting Kisara walk Seth back to his room. On arrival, Seth pulled off his headdress and tossed it aside, and collapsed straight onto the bed, kicking off his shoes and taking a deep breath of his own sheets. "The beds in the Infirmary are awful." he murmured.
"Come on..." Kisara said, patting him firmly on the thigh, "The servants won't be pleased if you've slept in your work-clothes and expect them clean and pressed when they haven't had time to do it." she chided, throwing him his shenti, which landed on his head.
"Thank you..." came a muffled reply from beneath the fabric. He pulled it off and lazily began to change.
Kisara simply took off her dress and stepped out of her shoes - she had a loose slim-line petticoat-like garment, she thought it would do. She had left her nightgown in her own room - having not slept in Seth's room for three months. For many of those nights she had slept at his side in the chair in the Infirmary. She remembered the last time she slept here - a beautiful and passion-filled night, when they had admitted that they did not want to stop pretending. It had felt so good - him on top of her, kissing her, taking her to such heights of ecstasy that she would have been crying out if he had not been kissing her. She knew it felt good for him too, and that was the best thing.
Likewise, Seth would have been screaming had he not been kissing her. It seemed to him like making love to her was the only way to express how strongly he felt about her. He had also noted how, the deeper his feelings for her became, the better it was. It felt incredible physically, but emotionally it felt like they were flying. Seth had, for three months now, fully accepted that he was in love, and had had plenty of time to think about it. He almost laughed at himself as he remembered how he denied it. Romance was the stuff of stories, fantasies and musings. And this certainly was a bad fanfic. However, bad fanfics can come true. Stories, fantasies and musings were all based on truths - wild truths, but truths all the same. So it can be said, that romance can become true. And indeed it certainly had.
That night seemed to lodge itself in their minds as their heads hit the soft, downy pillows. How willingly he would do it again, if only he wasn't so tired! He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply - the first time in three months that he held her in his arms, not the other way around.
And that was how they lay - in each other's embrace. Just before sleep overcame them and their eyes fluttered shut, a small whisper caught the night air. They both whispered it instantaeously.
"I love you."
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Still lying tightly in each other's embrace, Kisara was the first one who woke from blissful slumber. She kept her eyes closed for as long as possible, relaxing more than comfortably in Seth's arms. She inhaled and exhaled softly in sync with the gentle rise and fall of his chest. From the faint bustle she could hear through the open window and the light trying to filter through the drapes, it was late morning. She was so happy that she felt like she could have just fallen back to sleep again, she never wanted this to end. She lay there for what felt like forever, slightly annoyed that her body was waking up, and she glanced up at his face.
He was still out like a light. She was so happy that he was better - to think three months ago she had so very nearly lost him. She let her fingers stroke his chest gently.
A small smirk broke out on his face. "That tickles..." he murmured.
She raised an eyebrow. "You're awake?"
Seth opened one eye and looked down on her. "Yes indeedy."
Kisara laughed. " 'Yes indeedy'?" she prodded him in the chest, "You don't say 'yes indeedy'. You grunt at best."
"I am feeling happy."
She frowned. "Who are you and what have you done with Seth?"
He looked offended. "Do you doubt my capacity to be happy?"
"Um... No... But I do doubt your capacity to show it." she said, continuing to stroke his chest.
He chuckled. "I said that tickles." he said.
She smirked wickedly. "Oh really?" she asked, "No. This tickles!"
Before Seth could even take in what she had said, she moved like a flash, straddling his hips, pinning him down and proceeding to tickle him wherever she could without mercy. Seth laughed. His eyes were screwed shut and he threw back his head on the pillow. "No no no stop..." he howled, trying to knock her off, but if he did it meant raising his arms, which meant she would just tickle under them, making it worse. His laughter blocked up his airways as it worsened and he found himself short of breath. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed like this - he didn't even know if he ever had. He began to heave, "Stop stop stop" as his muscles began to tense without his command and his body started to writhe uncontrollably.
"Stop!!"
"Never!"
Just like in the Infirmary, Kisara felt a surge of magic from somewhere deep inside his soul, and once again, items began to vibrate and levitate off their surfaces. She slowed her tickling slightly to watch, fascinated as things floated across the room. Seth closed his eyes and let a free flow of magic out, which was just as well, because if he hadn't, Kisara would have seen a blue light appear in his eyes. The flying objects began to glow too, as if they were on fire, but blue fire.
"Wow..." she whispered, her eyes keenly following various things around the room. She stopped tickling him, knowing it was good for him to let this out, but when she also knew he could not control it it would not be wise to push her luck. Instead she ran her hands from his abdomen, where they currently lay, up and over his chest and rubbed his shoulders gently. "Ssh..." she soothed, "Calm down."
Hearing her voice seemed to calm him very efficiently, and the blue fire-like glow faded and the objects slowly lowered themselves to the ground. Seth let out a massive breath and concentrated on her touch and sound. His eyes fluttered open, and Kisara saw the same blue fire-like ambiance in the orbs of his eyes.
"It's alright." he said, as if he had read her mind. He blinked several times, and his eyes returned to their normal colour.
"Is all this 'making things float' going to be a problem?" she asked.
"I hope not." he said, before folding his arm over his aching stomach muscles, "Rê..." he exclaimed.
"Yes indeedy." she said, before resuming the game of tickle Seth into a frenzy.
Seth thrashed as he began to laugh again, not thinking he could take much more. His muscles hurt too much and breathing was really becoming a problem. In one quick manouver, Seth slid down onto his back, so that she now sat over his waist, and used this new flexibilty to kick his knees up, causing her to topple forwards. Grabbing her forearms, he craftily caught her and swung her underneath him in one smooth motion. Pinning her down with his weight. Even if she was now in a better position to spit at, shove or kick him where the Sun doesn't normally shine, it was harder for her to move as he was so damn heavy!
He began to leave hot seducing kisses over her neck, trailing up to her right ear, where he purred slowly in a voice more heavenly than that of God Himself: "You will pay for that."
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"That was..." she panted several hours later, "That was incredible!"
Seth rolled off her, once again exhausted, in a starcrossed daze. He was so out of breath that he was completely speechless.
"I should tickle you more often." she said, pulling the bedcover over her as a substitute for Seth's warmth - she far preferred him. She pulled it over both of them and snuggled up to him, "I was... Thinking of moving out soon..."
She felt his arms around her tighten. "Oh no you are not!!" he said, wrapping the cover around her.
"Why not?" she giggled.
"Because, one; you can't move. Two; if you do I will leave no stone unturned no house unsearched and no person un-interrogated until I've found you again!" he said, playing with her soft hair while she wriggled her arms out of the cover and tangled her fingers in his. "And..." he lowered his voice, "I... I can't... I... I need you."
She closed her eyes laid her head in the groove of his neck. She had only been joking. "I need you too."
"Don't leave me... Please..."
"Never." she whispered, "Not as long as I live."
"Kisara..." he began, wetting his lip, "I was wondering... Of course I don't blame you if you say no..."
"What is it?" she blinked.
"Would you go somewhere with me?"
She tightened her grasp slightly on his hair, "Anywhere."
"This is probably silly and at the very least too much to ask of you..." he said, "But, I wanted to go to... Akunadin's grave." she was silent, "I know knowing what he tried to do to you..."
She cut him off with a soft kiss. "It's not silly." she said, "It's not silly at all. Despite all that... I think he does love you Seth. Even if not me. He is your father."
"You say it like he is still here." he replied.
"I think he is, in some respects."
"Hm... I don't know why I even want to go, we didn't exactly have a normal father-son relationship. I just feel like I ought to. Something in me won't lay to rest until I do."
"Then we shall go." she said.
"It is silly, and like I said to him before, it is too late."
She bit her lip. "Better late than never."
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, squeezing his arm affectionately. They were both standing before a freshly re-turfed grave, tinged slightly orange with the setting of the Sun. Seth's gaze fixed itself on the stone. This was the Garden of Rest. People who did not qualify to be mummified but had served the Pharaoh well were buried here. His eyes took a sweep of the Garden - all the tombstones there were so very old, the hieroglyphs depicting the deceased before them were on some, almost worn away, and on most were faint and worn by nothing but the breeze. His blue orbs returned to the stone in front of him. Newly etched into the stone, were the glyphs of his father's name. As clear as day. He forced himself out of his trance, realising he hadn't answered her:
"Yes." he said quietly, "I never really regarded him as having anything to do with me, and yet..." he paused, "I feel like a part of me has gone with him. I suppose blood really is thicker than water." he wet his lip, "He was cold, arrogant, sometimes evil..." he took a breath, "But then, so was I." Kisara's eyebrows rose as she listened, "And I didn't even realise, not until now, how alike we actually were."
"Seth..." she whispered, her voice flowing over him like a sheet of silk, soothing him, "You aren't evil. Everything you are or may be, but there isn't an evil bone on your body."
Seth's heart fluttered. He took a few steps forward, and sat down cross-legged in the grass. Kisara remained standing. This was his moment. Seth, now he thought about it, hadn't sat cross-legged in the grass in a long time, not since he was a child. He picked at the grass between his legs, and twiddled it in his fingers nervously.
"Hello..." he began, clasping his hands in his lap, looking down and around, anywhere but straight at the gravestone, "I... I am not quite sure what to say..." he finally looked directly at the stone and took a deep breath, "I knew I had to come here. To set my own mind at rest at least. I suppose you took your own life when you heard I was dead... And I would be too. If it weren't for her..." he pulled and at fiddled with blades of grass between his fingertips, "Is that why you never told me about my heritage?" he asked, "To protect me? I was so angry..." he admitted, "I was angry at you before I even knew you. Not for leaving me, but for leaving Mother. She missed you so... I thought that, if perhaps, when she died, if you had been there for her she might have lived. I don't know... When I came here... You were there for me but not in the way, you maybe should have been. Then when you told me I, I couldn't understand why you hid it. You said you sent Mother and I away for safety, but, Atem was allowed to stay. And... Well... I still don't understand. Not completely anyway. I wanted to say sorry I suppose. I didn't ever think I would be doing this. I thought when you eventually died, I wouldn't mind. All this has taught me, that dancing on someone's grave is more difficult than I ever imagined it to be. All I know is..." he took another breath, before looking to Kisara, who nodded, "I will prove you wrong. And... I don't care if Kisara isn't a princess or an aristocrat's daughter." he said, making her look up in a little surprise. His head shaking slowly from side to side as the words fell from his tongue, his eyes glassed over and tears welled. He gave a small laugh, "I don't care that she used to be a flowergirl on the streets, or that her skin is fair, or that I may bring my own reputation down by it. I love her father. And without her... I would be no one. And now..." he said slowly, "And now..."
Kisara put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it gently.
"And now..." he said, a new light sparking in his blue orbs, "And now, I can finally move on with my life."
Brushing the blades of grass from his lap, he untangled his long legs and stood up, a contented expression on his face. He offered Kisara his arm, who took it gracefully. "Goodbye. Akunadin."
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That evening, in Mahado's study, Seth knocked on the door with his fist. "Mahado, are you coming to the Refractory for supper or are you going to sit in there like a prat for the rest of the evening?"
"I'm going to sit in here like a prat!!"
"Mahado open the Rê-damned door!!"
"No."
"Mahado open the door or I will!!"
"Oh yes? How?"
"I'll blast it down." said Seth, his ear pressed to the door so he could hear Mahado's words. He heard a scoff.
"Like you know how." Mahado answered.
Seth bit his lip. Blowing down Mahado's door probably wasn't a good idea. Then again... "I'll open it then."
Inside his room, Mahado's brow perked. That wasn't very difficult, if you'd been taught to do the magic properly. But he knew Seth hadn't. "Go for it." he replied, waving a hand around in the air. He twirled his quill around in the air. He was very hungry, he just didn't feel like going. Just as he was about to put the quill to papyrus again, there was a deafening crash, forcing him to seal his eyes shut and cover his head with his arms instinctively. His magical reaction was only just in time and a telekinetic shield surrounded him. Splinters of wood flew in all directions like a disorganised rain shower, bouncing off the shield and falling to the floor below with a thud. As soon as the noise stopped and Mahado dared look, he lowered his arms and his shield and peered through the dust. There, in the doorway, stood a smirking Seth, his hands on his hips.
"Seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeth!!" Mahado yelled, "What the Hell do you think you're doing??"
"I opened the door, I couldn't do the whole telekinetically turning the key thing."
Mahado looked down to the floor, where he saw the part of the wall which had been used as the lock slot had also been blown away.
"Do I have your attention?" asked Seth, walking into the study.
"It is too much to ask? To be just left alone?" Mahado said dully, sitting down in his chair again. He took a brief glance at all the damage, and focussed his will. All the little shards and pieces of wood began to lift up, off the floor and other surfaces. Then, with little warning, they shot towards the gap where the door had been, each one seemingly knowing the exact place it had come from. They seemed to align themselves up, before there was a bright light between all the cracks, which faded as the light did.
Seth blinked and inspected the door, which was as good as new. "You have an incredible gift." he said quietly.
Mahado tried once more to concentrate on the papyrus in front of him. He didn't want Seth to be right, but it was true. How many people in the world could say they had magical powers? He didn't want reminding everyone of it. Underneath, he was surprised at Seth. It was more difficult to turn the key than to blow the door down skill wise, but required less power. So how Seth had ever conjured up enough, he didn't know. He jerked his head towards the door. "You've more of a talent for it than you realise." he said, starting to write again, "But did you have to blow down my door?"
"Since when have you not opened your door anyway?" Seth said.
"I said, I just want some piece and quiet to do this." Mahado said. Seth walked around and leaned over his shoulder to read the text.
"Hm." he nodded to himself, "See, you don't do stock-checks. Why don't you want supper?"
"I'm not hungry." he said. Just then, so typically, his stomach let out a massive groan.
Seth raised an eyebrow. "You were saying?"
Mahado slammed his fist on the desk. "Shit..." he murmured.
"Mahado, listen, you don't have to be frightened." said Seth.
Mahado looked up. "You mean to tell me you've been learning mind-reading too?"
"I don't need to read your mind to know that."
Mahado's lips tightened. "Well..." he said, "You were right. I'm terrified. Of everything. Of getting married, of being a father, everything."
"You're afraid of how your life is progressing uncontrollably." said Seth.
"I can deal with marriage, commitment..." he waved his hand casually, "That doesn't bother me so much. But, a child?"
"Everyone feels that way."
"I feel too young."
"You could keep putting it off. Every person who finds out they're going to have a child thinks of some reason why it might not be a good idea. Simply because they're nervous." said Seth. it was less emotional than it was supposed to sound.
"I don't even know if I'm good with children!!" he said, clasping his forehead, "The last time I was around childen Seth was when I was one!! And that was a long time ago!!"
"Mahado." said Seth frankly, his face straighter than a titanium rod, "Mana is your apprentice. Mana!! She's more childish than all of the students half her age put together and hyper on sugar."
Mahado tried to stop himself chuckling. "She's not that bad.
Seth's eyes widened. "Mahado she blew up a flower-pot whilst aiming 180 degrees in the opposite direction!!"
"She's learning!" Mahado protested.
"Do you listen to yourself when you speak, or do you find you drift in and out?"