It sounds like some of the stories his mother used to tell him when he had trouble sleeping, after the Longcoats had driven them away from their home. Of giant men with whiskers for beards and a city entirely made of emeralds... He knows some of it was taken from the history books, but he can't believe it was all real. He can't believe the ramblings of a headcase, no matter how lucid he seems. But even that isn't the point.
"My experience with magic isn't all that memorable, but that's my point. Mom kept on hoping he'd come back any day. I thought he was dead, and he isn't. That's the first thing I have to come to terms with. Then there's the fact he's changed, we've all changed, and I have to get to know him all over again, and it just feels so strange having a dad again.
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Date: 2009-08-11 10:23 am (UTC)"My experience with magic isn't all that memorable, but that's my point. Mom kept on hoping he'd come back any day. I thought he was dead, and he isn't. That's the first thing I have to come to terms with. Then there's the fact he's changed, we've all changed, and I have to get to know him all over again, and it just feels so strange having a dad again.
"And then there's you..."