She was wearing her Amberite form with the pageboy haircut, as she always does when she's furious but wants to pretend to be reasonable.
"I've been engaged in some independent study, Mother. Now, if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of something ticklish. I'll talk to you later!"
"No, my darling son, you'll talk to me now. Just what do you think you're doing, haring off to Shadow like a frightened brat? You know that you must continue your training if you're ever to assay the Logrus and claim your destiny".
"What destiny, mother? Your pipe dream of having me on the throne on this end or reality, if not at the other? I've been training for years, and Suhuy says I still can't shift enough to make it through the Logrus. Father seems to have forgotten his promise to help me walk the pattern. Why shouldn't I go seeking my own destiny".
She was really annoyed now. I could tell by the way she was shifting between human, demonic, and fiery aspects.
"Who do you think you are, to presume to know your own destiny? You aren't the one who's been working and planning all this time. YOu mustn't disappoint me".
"I'm afraid you're doomed to disappointment, mother. Besides, I doubt that anyone else in the Courts really wants to see me in a position of power. I'm looked at as a freak. No, I must go".
"Ah, but I won't let you".
Try as I might, I couldn't break my mother's grip upon my mind through the Trump. Retainers of the House were likely on their way to bring me back.
If I was going to leave, it was going to have to be now.
Blind to my own surroundings, I fished out one my custom Trumps. Lifting it to my face, I managed to shift focus just enough to invoke it's image; luckily, I had picked one which showed a wall of mortared stone. Like a shot, I felt Dara's contact with me broken, as a surge of Shadow energy shielded me and bolstered my defenses. Quickly, I tore a page from Mandor's Ephemeris, focused on the image contained therein, and vanished from his rooms.
| Tuesday, September 30, 1997 |
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