Room 418, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was sprawled out across the bed. Alone. And if last night had hardly been the social highlight of her year, it hadn't been unpleasant either.

She still thought that pie fountain was a patently ridiculous idea though.

[Mainly for the kid, whose paternity is NFB please.]

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Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[not-really-rahl.livejournal.com]

Now that he didn't have an agiel to it, Mason rubbed his neck. "I don't have a story," he said, shrugging. "I was young, it was just after midsummer and one night you and Aunt Kahlan dragged me out of my bed in the barracks, carried me out of the training camp and dumped me at Fath-, at Richard's feet, and he told me I was his son"

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Just like that?"

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[not-really-rahl.livejournal.com]

"More or less." Mason shrugged, leaning against the wall. "The rest of it, I didn't find out until a couple of years ago."

He was pretty sure he still didn't know half the story.

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[wrongkindofsith]

For her part, Cara was leaning against her desk. "How'd that happen?"

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[not-really-rahl.livejournal.com]

"Looked in a mirror lately?" Mason asked. "It was kind of obvious something was up there. So I started asking questions..."

That was something of an understatement.

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[wrongkindofsith]

"And you got answers you didn't like," Cara finished for him.

Re: This part also NFB, pls.

[not-really-rahl.livejournal.com]

"No," Mason said. "I mean it wasn't great finding out Richard's my uncle instead of my father. But I didn't mind some of them."

He was guessing this Cara was even worse dealing with open displays of affection than his was, but hopefully she got the hint.