Motherly Scolding
"Certainly took you long enough," Shanku teased after Misen composed herself.
"Got a little distracted along the way," Turai grinned sheepishly. "You've grown."
"It's been a good three years. Found a nest of hens, eh?" Shanku asked flatly.
"Not quite. Ran into that old friend of yours. The ranger," Turai replied as he sat down on a raised root.
"How is he lately?" Shanku asked as they all took a seat nearby.
"Good, good," Turai nodded. "I explained your situation to him, so he doesn't want to 'kill the demon' anymore."
Shanku shuddered. "Never could convince him I wasn't one. I suppose news of The Black Plague didn't help any."
"Yipe!" Turai yelped as Misen's heavy hand connected with the back of his head.
"And just what do you think you were doing as a lowly sea brigand? I raised you better than that!" Misen demanded. "And then forcing my granddaughter into the trade!"
"I didn't have much choice," Turai began.
"Oh, nevermind. We'll discuss it later," Misen waved. "What's important is all my family is finally back where they belong."
"So what's this I hear about a mutiny?" Turai asked curiously. "The Peridæ have been rather tense and even suggested I come home early."
Shanku explained to him what she knew, along with colorful remarks from her granddam about the whole matter.
Notes & Commentary
June 30, 2016, Thursday
Motherly Scolding
Probably to a reader that seems like bad writing to have her just smack him and then go back to listening. It's nice that you have experience with less random relatives and acquaintances. 
You know, you'd think something as incredibly common as lung cancer, especially with adenocarcinoma being the most common form of lung cancer, would mean it'd be a breeze to cure with all the research likely to have gone into it. Not really. After all, there currently is no way for them to vaccinate against the common cold. Of course, his current condition isn't that much of a surprise. We all read the available data to give ourselves an idea of what's coming. Although we have no clue how he wasn't involved in the top three causes, which are smoking, radon gas, and asbestos, unless it came from working in that weird black soot at the power company during his prime. The average expectancy after diagnosis of stage 4 is about 8 months and those who end up living another five years have a chance of 4% or less. There is something very sureal and eerie about watching a disease like that replace somebody you know. Well, maybe not replace, but becomes so strong that their normal behaviour becomes suppressed in favor of what's gotten into them. My first exposure to it was with one of our dogs. Imagine all the alarms that went off when I saw him about a month or two before he got diagnosed, 'cause he looked exactly like she did, and there was a very disturbing and nagging feeling about him not coming next door for the last annual Christmas gathering since he was feeling a bit puny. Having grown up in the country with lots of animals both wild and domesticated, I am slightly more prepared for the final stages. As one guy pointed out, it's so odd that we obsess over teaching children how life begins, but we never tell them or even adults about when life ends.
I just hope he lasts until this weekend so I can bring Little Mischief by one more time. I've got a feeling we won't be going to enjoy the fireworks this Independence Day.
Characters - Shanku Ravenwing - Misen - Turai Specklewing -
Tags - Just Another Day -
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