Whispers from my Muse - "A Family Matter"

For as far back as I can remember, I’ve always differentiated between ignorance, where you don’t know something but can learn, and stupidity, where you simply can’t learn. As I stood in the entry way of our mountain top home on Velar watching Wythdantis’ assistants carry Kalindra off, and listening to Wyth explain in excruciating detail just how big an idiot I was, I had one of those rare moments of clarity where I could reflect back on my actions and judge them without bias.

In the last 48 hours Kalindra had been shot, with her shoulder held together with little more than some hasty healing, a little magic and good intentions we’d gone through an interstellar war, and then I’d let her feed off my own anger and we’d gotten into a bar fight simply to take revenge on the people who’d shot her. We’d taken less than a dozen steps from the remains of the bar before she’d finally given in to her wounds and collapsed, I’d rushed her home as quickly as I could as she tried to bleed to death in my arms. No, stupid was a pretty accurate description for my behavior, and it was obvious that Wythdantis agreed. She only let up when one of her assistants came running back into the entryway yelling for help because they’d discovered Kalindra was pregnant and they were in over their heads.

Wythdantis gave me shocked look as she turned to run, I whispered “You’re going to be a grandmother you old fraud”, then I passed out myself. It was a week before I woke up again.