Tristran doesn't say anything else about his birth, about his real mother, and the story between them.
He isn't all that surprised, though - well, once he got over the initial disbelief, anyway. Things are starting to make sense, and he realizes that between him and his father, they really aren't so different.
He feels closer to the older man, now. He has half a mind to tell him about Yvaine and how he met her too, but there will always be another time for that.
Now is the time for family. And as his sister ushers them into the kitchen, Tristran notices the steaming breakfast waiting for them on the table. Everything is so warm, so familiar. Even the woman whom he had always believed to be his mother.
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Date: 2007-08-11 04:31 am (UTC)He isn't all that surprised, though - well, once he got over the initial disbelief, anyway. Things are starting to make sense, and he realizes that between him and his father, they really aren't so different.
He feels closer to the older man, now. He has half a mind to tell him about Yvaine and how he met her too, but there will always be another time for that.
Now is the time for family. And as his sister ushers them into the kitchen, Tristran notices the steaming breakfast waiting for them on the table. Everything is so warm, so familiar. Even the woman whom he had always believed to be his mother.