Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 19, 2009 0:46:32 GMT -5
Rezna kicked herself, mentally, for daring to wonder about the blasted brother. Of course Talon never mentioned the guy for a reason, and soon she would find out just how painful that reason was. Frowning in sympathy, the witch could do nothing but listen to Talon recount all those retched memories of his past. How horrible it must have been, to grow up without parents, to live with that misguided survivor's guilt she could imagine Talon feeling.
This time, it was Rezna's turn to grasp his hand, offering the warmth of her presence and the strength to deal with his pain. "I am very sorry, Talon. Sorry for the irreplaceable loss of your parents and greatly sorry for the unforgivable way your relatives have treated you. It is a dreadful thing, to suffer so much at such a young age. Worse, as children, we always find reasons to blame ourselves for the unjust twists of fate. Part of growing up is forgiving ourselves those trespasses, or better yet, realizing they were never committed in the first place. You are a great person, Talon. A selfless hero many young witches and wizards look up to and admire. It is a crime that your relatives are too blind to see who you truly are, the mighty wizard you've become. I regret the fact I shall never have the honor of meeting your parents, but I believe they would be very proud of their son, just like I am," Rezna told him gently, her green eyes holding his gaze. It killed her to see Talon so vulnerable, which is why Rezna needed him to know that she meant every word of what she said. She needed him to believe her, to let go of the pain of the past for the sake of his future.
"There's this one phrase muggles often engrave onto plaques and stepping stones, it reads: friends are the family we choose for ourselves. We have no say about whose blood we share or whom we're related to. Yet we have the great fortune of picking out our friends, our real family," Rezna finished with an encouraging smile. She let go of his hand but did not lean back in her chair. "My actions lately have been just as inexcusable; however, I promise to never abandon you- our friendship- I mean- like that again," she finished, tripping up slightly over her words.
"I'll even give you the right to storm up to the Hospital Wing, day or night, should we fail to cross paths for a mere twenty-four hours!" Rezna wanted to warm up the mood in the room, but all she felt was a flush on her cheeks. That didn't come out quite like she expected.
Finding Talon's question the best sort of distraction, Rezna tried her best to explain a computer geek in wizarding terms. "Alexi is a… a handyman of sorts. He works with computers, if you know what those are. Sets up cable and internet-" she cut herself off, shaking her head. The terms meant nothing to the wizard. Taking a deep breath, the blonde tried a different approach.
"I've a better idea. I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, OK, some decades ago, muggles managed to create this thing called the World Wide Web. It's not really a web in the physical sense, it's invisible, pretty advanced stuff for them, magical almost. Every house in the world that has this little machine called a computer can connect to this web and share data, information, using words, pictures, music, and the like. It's pretty neat, but even in as a muggle I don't quite understand how it works. My brother does, though, and gets quite a bit of money for it. His muggle wife is a chef. Love her cooking. But she's too serious for my liking, too down-to-earth. I don't even know how Alexi plans to break it to her if Sophia turns out to be a witch. I already told him I want to be around for the show!"
"The woman owes me," Rezna promptly defended herself. "Remember those pictures I showed you? Had to sneak the shot when the mother wasn't looking. Moving pictures might have given the woman a heart attack!"
This time, it was Rezna's turn to grasp his hand, offering the warmth of her presence and the strength to deal with his pain. "I am very sorry, Talon. Sorry for the irreplaceable loss of your parents and greatly sorry for the unforgivable way your relatives have treated you. It is a dreadful thing, to suffer so much at such a young age. Worse, as children, we always find reasons to blame ourselves for the unjust twists of fate. Part of growing up is forgiving ourselves those trespasses, or better yet, realizing they were never committed in the first place. You are a great person, Talon. A selfless hero many young witches and wizards look up to and admire. It is a crime that your relatives are too blind to see who you truly are, the mighty wizard you've become. I regret the fact I shall never have the honor of meeting your parents, but I believe they would be very proud of their son, just like I am," Rezna told him gently, her green eyes holding his gaze. It killed her to see Talon so vulnerable, which is why Rezna needed him to know that she meant every word of what she said. She needed him to believe her, to let go of the pain of the past for the sake of his future.
"There's this one phrase muggles often engrave onto plaques and stepping stones, it reads: friends are the family we choose for ourselves. We have no say about whose blood we share or whom we're related to. Yet we have the great fortune of picking out our friends, our real family," Rezna finished with an encouraging smile. She let go of his hand but did not lean back in her chair. "My actions lately have been just as inexcusable; however, I promise to never abandon you- our friendship- I mean- like that again," she finished, tripping up slightly over her words.
"I'll even give you the right to storm up to the Hospital Wing, day or night, should we fail to cross paths for a mere twenty-four hours!" Rezna wanted to warm up the mood in the room, but all she felt was a flush on her cheeks. That didn't come out quite like she expected.
Finding Talon's question the best sort of distraction, Rezna tried her best to explain a computer geek in wizarding terms. "Alexi is a… a handyman of sorts. He works with computers, if you know what those are. Sets up cable and internet-" she cut herself off, shaking her head. The terms meant nothing to the wizard. Taking a deep breath, the blonde tried a different approach.
"I've a better idea. I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time, OK, some decades ago, muggles managed to create this thing called the World Wide Web. It's not really a web in the physical sense, it's invisible, pretty advanced stuff for them, magical almost. Every house in the world that has this little machine called a computer can connect to this web and share data, information, using words, pictures, music, and the like. It's pretty neat, but even in as a muggle I don't quite understand how it works. My brother does, though, and gets quite a bit of money for it. His muggle wife is a chef. Love her cooking. But she's too serious for my liking, too down-to-earth. I don't even know how Alexi plans to break it to her if Sophia turns out to be a witch. I already told him I want to be around for the show!"
"The woman owes me," Rezna promptly defended herself. "Remember those pictures I showed you? Had to sneak the shot when the mother wasn't looking. Moving pictures might have given the woman a heart attack!"