We Can Plan if we Make it

“Ahh, I understand. My father has his own personal brand of insanity as well. Maybe it’s a dad thing?” Absinth laughed with a snort, wondering if her father was still out romping around looking for a new toy to entertain him. He must have been, she couldn’t imagine any alternative to the man. She could completely understand what he meant when the topic of his father transforming into a different person came up. But she did not speak because Aresenn seemed to linger for a moment, stuck in thought; and then he blinked and it was gone. Absinth did not draw attention to the momentary disconnect, instead she shifted her attention forward to the path.

Though he would go on to speak of his family ties and how meager they were. A sister he was indifferent to, a brother worthy of pity. Simple enough. Then he would turn the conversation around and question her about siblings. If she cared about any of them. Ha. “Oh. I have quite the number of half-siblings all strewn about the lands, though I doubt any are here. I think I had littermates, but I’ve no solid memories. My oldest half-sister was the one to teach me how to manipulate the old man, and I know of a few other half siblings by name… but I suppose I don't have feelings either way about any of them. Maybe appreciation for my sister.” Absinth tilted her head in thought, wondering if she was missing anything that could constitute a more hefty answer; but nothing came to mind on the subject.

Instead she turned to look at him again, a smirk on her face. “You shared your surname, Aresenn Praetor. So I’ll share my own, Inferos.”


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