”I ain’t a vengeful man.” Rakvald assured her, though she already said she believed him. He put his hands on her arms as she wrapped them around his shoulders. ”I just get my blood boiled sometimes when I think of what these bleeders, fanatics, and monsters do to other people, when they dare to do such to me.”
It was true, Rakvald understood by now the intricacies of initiation, perhaps better than he knew the practical applications of half the magics he possessed. ”Aye, and don’t worry about it hurting me. Have you ever heard of how Graft initiations are to go? You have to eat some rotten meat off the body of your master, regurgitate it repeatedly, and eat it again. If you don’t keep it down the last time, you lose! Very risky. Need a strong stomach for it.”
Finally, he listened to her advice on how to deal with the situation with the boy that had not yet entered the world. He quirked an eyebrow at that, wondering what her interest in this situation arrived from. ”That sounds reasonable… But why are you so concerned about this? I mean I get that nobody wants a kid to go through hard times…”
He grinned when she invited him out to drink and play more games. ”Ya, I’m up for anything after this. Maybe I should get some proper new clothes while we’re out and about. I mean before we hit more bars and gaming parlors!”
The loin cloth, in retrospect, was a hasty decision whilst launching himself out from the Flutterbus into the ocean. ”We’ll show these Quacians how to party!” He pumped a fist.
”And anyway, I agree I’ll give it time, and let the boy come to know his mother on his own. I just dread that she’ll mistreat him. But maybe there is some kind of maternal instinct in her that will override her evil impulses…”
