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Winter of Storm and Shadow: Interlude #6
Little Man "Why does he want to talk to me, Mother?" Rhys asks as he wraps his little hand in his mother's. He walks next to her through the halls to his father's office. "Because he's your father. Does he need another reason?" Calisse smiles when she feels the fingers twine with hers. It is a sensation she treasures as a mother. "No, I suppose not," the four-year old replies and stops in front of the door. His mother knocks, then enters the room with Rhys following just behind her. Owen sets down his papers and stands. "There's my boy." Owen extends his arms to hug Rhys. The child smiles, happy to spend time with his father. He rushes to his father and hugs him tightly. The picture of a happy family is complete as Owen lifts his son. "By the gods, you're getting big. Are you sure you're only 4 winters?" he teases, knowing full well his son is much taller than boys even a year his senior. "Oh yes, Father. Only four winters. But my pony is getting too small for me." "Perhaps for your birthday, we can find you a larger one then," Calisse suggests. The resemblance between father and son is remarkable. Both are dark haired, dark eyed and their facial structure is almost identical. Owen sets Rhys down on the floor and motions to a chair. "Have a seat. We need to talk about something." Rhys climbs into the chair and folds his hands in his lap. Owen sits on the edge of his desk. "Your tutors tell me you aren't applying yourself in your lessons. I realize that you would much rather be out playing, but as my son, you are the heir to this cantrev and hopefully more. It is important that you do your best to fulfill that responsibility." "I know but it's boring, Father." Rhys's tone isn't one of anger or frustration, merely a statement of fact. "I already know my letters and sums. I help Baran with his sums and he's two years older than I am. I've memorized all the rhymes the Old Lore Bards have given me and they keep wanting me to repeat them. I'd like to start learning more difficult things instead of them insisting I do the same things over and over again." The boy's feet swing gently back and forth. Calisse and Owen glance at each other. Finally, Owen says, "I'll have a talk with your tutors then. If it continues to be a problem, you need to tell me so we can fix the problem." "Yes, Father." Rhys squirms in his chair so he can see his mother more clearly. "You should loosen the laces on your gown. That will leave more room for the baby to grow." "How did you...?" Again, Owen looks to Calisse. "Why didn't you tell me? That's wonderful news." He grins and walks to his wife. Owen wraps his arms around her and pulls her into an embrace. "I do wish you had told me before you told Rhys, though," he whispers to her. "I didn't tell him," she whispers back. 
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