"Mum always sort of knew things, didn't she?" Tristran says, a slightly amused look on his face. "And I guess something as big as this..."
He supposes that sort of makes up a big part of why she'd always treated him so differently from his sister - possibly with a little more wariness.
Quietly, he looks down at the contents of the basket, fingers lightly touching the soft blanket. There are things beneath it, things that are likely of great importance in regard to his birth, and of course, his real mother. And admittedly, he's a little hesitant to reveal them.
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Date: 2007-08-22 07:56 pm (UTC)He supposes that sort of makes up a big part of why she'd always treated him so differently from his sister - possibly with a little more wariness.
Quietly, he looks down at the contents of the basket, fingers lightly touching the soft blanket. There are things beneath it, things that are likely of great importance in regard to his birth, and of course, his real mother. And admittedly, he's a little hesitant to reveal them.
"Do you still think about her a lot?"