I am Trevor Bergen Dragonbane. Son of Huma Dragonbane and Aja Bird.
My father, is an average sort of guy. Not very exciting really. Just goes about his quiet life on a farm.
My mother" Now. That's another story. She's a sailor. A pirate, really. She is much more than that, but if ya asked her, that's what she would say. She's a pirate.
To me, she's mom. Or, depending on how much of a prankster she wants to be on any given day, MOTHER. Said very loudly with the accompanying rolling eyes. Also a sigh. Very important when that combination is in play. Have to have the sigh or it doesn't give it the right umph. That's what she told me during a particularly annoying day in my teenage years. I meant to annoy her, but somehow, that never worked out so well. She just knew things.
Knew when we needed a good arse kicking or when we needed something else. Mara, my sister, and I always knew she was different than other mothers. Our friends would complain about theirs. Too overprotective, too nagging, wouldn't let them go here or there. The only place Mara and I were forbidden from going alone to was RhyDin City. Otherwise, we were free to go where we wanted as long as we were home by the time she asked.
Maria took care of the house and the cooking. She was like a grandmother. We really had no idea she wasn't family until we were older. She is family. Just not blood family. We didn't ever realize the difference growing up. Mom didn't make those sort of distinctions. We had Aunts, Uncles, cousins...It never occurred to any of us that it wasn't a blood relationship with those labels, it simply was.
Like going to Colleen's house. It was a magical place, full of people and love. Always something going on there, someone always making really good food, there were horses to ride, animals to care for and play with, forests to run through. Miss Colleen makes the greatest brownies. Don't tell Maria, ok" It would hurt her feelings.
Our own house, is large, but comfortable. Which is good. Because when mom adopted Hochi, we started to have more pets in the house. Aside from Peanut the monkey and Merlin the cat. We wound up with Lenny the beagle and Scamp the...well. I don't know what kind of dog my sister has. But it chews my socks if it gets a hold of them. Then came turtles, a couple litters of kittens, some puppies, a llama (and we still don't know where Hochi found that.) several chickens whose numbers decline suspiciously before a BBQ. We have a parrot that yapped so much, mom took it to the yards. Now it still talks all day, just with more swearing.
I don't live there now, I live above the bar, but my mother keeps my room for me there. If she goes on a business trip, she always brings me something back and tells me to check my room for it. I try to tell her my room is here in the Dragon's Lair but she just smiles, and goes about her things.
As I tend the bar that once belonged to my parents, I hear stories about all kinds of people and places. Those who don't know I'm her son, often speak about my mother. It's in these stories I learn all about the amazing adventures she has been on, and the people that she has helped and gotten rid of.
She keeps that all to herself. If you asked her, she's just a shipyard owner who happens to look after a charming beachside village. If you ask other people, the answers you get would sometimes shock you. I know they have me.
I'm a businessman. A barkeep, a brother and a friend. Most importantly, I'm a son of a sailor. And these are my stories
My father, is an average sort of guy. Not very exciting really. Just goes about his quiet life on a farm.
My mother" Now. That's another story. She's a sailor. A pirate, really. She is much more than that, but if ya asked her, that's what she would say. She's a pirate.
To me, she's mom. Or, depending on how much of a prankster she wants to be on any given day, MOTHER. Said very loudly with the accompanying rolling eyes. Also a sigh. Very important when that combination is in play. Have to have the sigh or it doesn't give it the right umph. That's what she told me during a particularly annoying day in my teenage years. I meant to annoy her, but somehow, that never worked out so well. She just knew things.
Knew when we needed a good arse kicking or when we needed something else. Mara, my sister, and I always knew she was different than other mothers. Our friends would complain about theirs. Too overprotective, too nagging, wouldn't let them go here or there. The only place Mara and I were forbidden from going alone to was RhyDin City. Otherwise, we were free to go where we wanted as long as we were home by the time she asked.
Maria took care of the house and the cooking. She was like a grandmother. We really had no idea she wasn't family until we were older. She is family. Just not blood family. We didn't ever realize the difference growing up. Mom didn't make those sort of distinctions. We had Aunts, Uncles, cousins...It never occurred to any of us that it wasn't a blood relationship with those labels, it simply was.
Like going to Colleen's house. It was a magical place, full of people and love. Always something going on there, someone always making really good food, there were horses to ride, animals to care for and play with, forests to run through. Miss Colleen makes the greatest brownies. Don't tell Maria, ok" It would hurt her feelings.
Our own house, is large, but comfortable. Which is good. Because when mom adopted Hochi, we started to have more pets in the house. Aside from Peanut the monkey and Merlin the cat. We wound up with Lenny the beagle and Scamp the...well. I don't know what kind of dog my sister has. But it chews my socks if it gets a hold of them. Then came turtles, a couple litters of kittens, some puppies, a llama (and we still don't know where Hochi found that.) several chickens whose numbers decline suspiciously before a BBQ. We have a parrot that yapped so much, mom took it to the yards. Now it still talks all day, just with more swearing.
I don't live there now, I live above the bar, but my mother keeps my room for me there. If she goes on a business trip, she always brings me something back and tells me to check my room for it. I try to tell her my room is here in the Dragon's Lair but she just smiles, and goes about her things.
As I tend the bar that once belonged to my parents, I hear stories about all kinds of people and places. Those who don't know I'm her son, often speak about my mother. It's in these stories I learn all about the amazing adventures she has been on, and the people that she has helped and gotten rid of.
She keeps that all to herself. If you asked her, she's just a shipyard owner who happens to look after a charming beachside village. If you ask other people, the answers you get would sometimes shock you. I know they have me.
I'm a businessman. A barkeep, a brother and a friend. Most importantly, I'm a son of a sailor. And these are my stories