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4/9/10 11:49 pm - claytonzjones - Conversations With Family...

The smell of bitter green tea stirred Nott from sleep. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he was sure that the old man was sitting right there next to Nott’s bed roll. The splash of tea being poured into a small cup confirmed Nott’s suspicions. A second splash and the old man clearing his throat finally had Nott admitting his consciousness. Nott grudgingly rose to a sitting position and took a cup of tea.

“Morning, Dad.”

“Son, what are you doing here?”

“That’s a little complicated. How about some breakfast?”

“Meet me in the kitchen,” The old man rose to his feet and picked up the tea tray, “and don’t go back to sleep.”

Nott stood and stretched, slowly and completely waking himself up. He took a moment to admire the paper walls and simple construction. The Temple had only been here for three years, but it felt like an eternity. As the morning light pushed through the paper with a rose tint, Nott slid open the door to a small closet and grabbed a simple robe. As he slipped out of his travel gear and into the light cloth robe he wondered how much the reconstruction would change this place.

Nott straightened up the room and grabbed his messenger bag. Sliding the door shut behind him, he made his way down the hall the small kitchen and dining area. The smell of bacon greeted him as he sat at the wooden picnic bench where several plates of food had been set out already. He grabbed a couple plates and nabbed some biscuits, bacon and scrambled eggs. Nott started cutting the biscuits in half as his father brought another plate of food to the table.

“I made the pancakes with bacon grease. I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“I’m pretty sure you can stop cooking now.” Nott gestured at all the food before scooping up a bite of eggs.

“Well, it’s not just us, but I doubt the other two will be waking up any time soon. Either way we should probably be a little quiet.”

“Well,” Nott took a breath, “I bumped into one of the Council’s agents in Angora.”

“Yeah?” the old man pulled a pot off the stove and set it on the table.

“They want me to take care of an erron for them. Apparently they’re causing some problems in Larita.” Nott scooped gravy out of the fresh pot and spooned it over the biscuit halves on his plate.

“And what are you getting out of it?” the old man chuckled as he pulled together his own plate of food.

“If it was for me, I would have said no. I’m fairly comfortable at the moment. If I deal with the renegade magi, you get an upgrade.”

“An upgrade? What are they going to do to me?”

“Not you, ass,” Nott laughed, “the Temple.”

“Why would this place need an upgrade? Wait, do you think she’s going to do it?”

“It would only make sense. Imagine what Mom will do to this place. She’d probably make this a pocket dimension inside the normal exterior of the Temple. I’ve been inside some of her early work and with two and a half years of extra practice.” Nott let out a short whistle and took a bite of his bacon.

“Son, you know I can’t tell you yes or no.” the old man sighed but clearly looked excited, “This is some pretty heavy stuff. How do you deal with it?”

“I don’t. I just do something and move on.” Nott stabbed half a biscuit with his fork and stuffed it in his mouth.

“Well, do what you think is best, but you know that if you don’t do something they will find someone who will. Someone who might not handle things the same way you do.”

“Yeah,” Nott pushed some eggs across his plate, “that’s true.”

“I’ll put some water on for the tub. Maybe taking a hot bath will help you make up your mind.”

“Eat up Dad. I’ll heat up my own water.” Nott took the last bite of food and put his plate in the sink. He patted his father’s shoulder and headed for the baths. Nott had already made up his mind. It was a bright day and this evening would begin a dark night. He’d have plenty of time to clean up and prepare some charms.
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