“Daddy, daddy, look at what I made you!” Looking up from his reading Aedon opened his arms wide as Kylee ran to him proudly holding a hand stitched card she had made for him. As she reached his chair, he scooped her up and sat her lightly on his lap. As always she giggled loudly as he lifted her, her green eyes shining as a tussle of golden curls fell across them. “So now, what have you got here?” He said trying to pretend he had not seen it fully as she ran to him. “It’s a card Dah,” she said. “I sewed it all by myself and mommy helped.” “Well now, let’s have a better look.” he said smiling to his daughter. “And is this what I think it is?” “Yes Dah, it is Leannan. Llyr let me ride her today and I went so fast that I was almost flying.” This last part said as she nodded her head over and over. Laughing and discovering more things to love about Kylee’s gift, Aedon hardly heard as his wife moved in closer to his chair. And laying a hand on his head she gently stroked his hair saying. “She is defiantly her fathers daughter. She has the same stubborn wildness about her. I am telling you love she is going to get hurt if she keeps walking in your footsteps.” At his point she gave him a soft rap on the head and walked away laughing merrily. “But dearest.” He protested, she could be getting a bit of her wildness from you as well.” “True, but I still say the stubborn streak comes from you and no one else. Now, make up the fire, while I brew us some tea.” Standing, Aedon moved to the hearth and taking the poker, stirred the embers to new life. He watches as the tiny sparks danced across the scorched surface of the logs, and how they jumped high in the air as he laid a fresh one top of the small pile. As he watched the new fire grow from a soft spark to a roaring blaze he said softly. “I received word today from Aegis. They are asking that I return again for a wee bit.” He did not look back towards Janissan, but he could feel her blue eyes upon him. As always, in times like this she reverted to her old speech patterns. “And when whilst thou go Husband?” she asked as she carried the cups of tea over and sat them on the table between their two chairs. “In two days time love, if I am to stay ahead of the coming weather.” Walking back to his chair Aedon lifted Kylee up and sitting down, held her close to him. He could smell the scent of flowers in her hair, and hear her breath coming in short rapid puffs. It was clear that she understood enough of what they were saying to know her daddy was again leaving them. Picking up his cup, he took a sip of the brew. Jan knew just how he liked his tea, and always brought them a couple of cups to share as the evenings shadows deepened. Kylee spoke not another word, but wrapped her arms tightly around her father’s neck. As he held her closer and started to croon a song , Jan sighed softly and said. “It is who thou art Beloved, I would not have you any other way. “ Turning towards her, he reached out his hand to her. Just before their fingers touched, the room seemed to shift, the vision fade, and opening his eyes Aedon looked once again on the damp darkness of Dread Keep. The floor where he was sitting was cold, and the wall he leaned against was as well. This was of course preferable to sitting or lying down on one of the maggot covered cots provided. As he came to full conciseness he was made suddenly aware that he was hungry. He had not had a chance to have a meal at the Rest before Malekai came in and drug him out. He was glad that Dramora did not put up any sort of fight. After all, had he heeded her advice he would not have been sitting there. He had asked Malekai several times on whose authority he was arresting him and who ordered it. He made it rather clear that he was acting on the order of Governor Gryphon. He found it amusing in a way that she would have gone to such lengths to make herself feel better about selling out the city of Yew. And she could never seem to understand that his support was not for her ill conceived plan, but for her. He had believed in this young woman, seen her as one he could trust to keep Yew safe and prosperous so he could at last return home for good. But hope fades and dreams crumble to ash. And once again he found that it was not a wise thing to always look for the good in others. And the full result of his misplaced trust was the danger Yew was now living under, and the complete lack of a good cup of tea.