Time-out
He's evolved to be my father.
The business and adventure of our recent vacation are over. Aristocracy secures land, and his old friend will, contractually, join him in the future. As we head home, he's unwilling to confront, hereto inconceivable changes between Scott and I.
He's empathetic to both.
I curl my fingers protectively around the amulet, a voice whispers 'Kyrano'.
Without words exchanged, I know he's the only one I can confide in.
He's forewarned by one that gifted me to his care.
The truth, however dark. My birthright!
Later, in a private space, he understands my need.
