{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

Comments

[tauraran]

How when I cannot see him? How when I am residing in another world? He is grown, but that does not lessen the pain I caused.

[hisman]

why are you asking me?
i dunno
practice until you get back
it doesn't matter if he's grown
you hurt him you fix it
don't make it more complicated than it has to be.

[tauraran]

Those were rhetorical questions. I did not expect you to have answers for me.

I am not the one who complicated matters.

[hisman]

I couldn't tell that from text

aren't you the father??
kids make things complicated and parents make it right
if you went up to him and apologized, would he not listen

don't you think you both deserve to know each other

[tauraran]

Parents cannot always make it right.

Perhaps.

[hisman]

no, but parents that try are better parents.
why haven't you told me to stop lecturing you
most people would have by now

[tauraran]

I am willing to read what you have to say. Your point of view might prove useful.