the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Studying her baby boy’s expression, he seemed to be sadder than he should be if he’d figured it out. Ilma took a deep breath. ”Llowell, you’re a yearling now, so I’d better tell you - it’s not Svedka who is your father. I...” she shakes her head to clear it.
”You biological father wasn’t patient enough to wait for me even though I’d hoped he would. He forced himself on me. I haven’t seen him since... until this morning. Came to me in the field just to interrupt what I was doing, and I snapped.”
With the ball rolling, she continued quickly to get it over with. ”It appears he has a different view on what happened that day, or perhaps he’s just saying that to mess with my head. Either way - except your wings, you’re pretty much a copy of him, so you should be able to recognize him. I know I should not have reacted so harshly, but he managed to boil my blood. So... I want you to know what he is like before you meet him. Do not fall for his lies like I did, please. You’re my only son and I love you no matter how you came to be. And I want better for you than what the both of us are or have.”
She concludes with an unexpected hug, to make sure he doesn’t run away before he knows, deeply understands that she blames his father, not him. And that she loves him. It might have taken her a little longer than with her daughter, but she loves him just as much. Maybe even more; his character is so much better than his father’s.
@[Llowell] no problem, but wrapping it up now bc he is 1,5 now xD