#anywhere

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Zoom zoom zoom...

the radio plays some old rock station as he makes his way to the directions given.

Adam soon pulls up to an out of the way cule de sac area.. a gated community of one?

Behind the bars he can see a kind of gothic looking manor

"Jeeze..." Adam comes from comfort but.... He hits the buzzer and asks for Kolby.

"May I ask who sent you?" A voice, not a British accent, but odd.. like old American movies, inquires

"Uh... ?Mr.... Prof... Dr Wayburton."

An amused chuckle, and there's a buzz, "Come through, you man."

Adam parks the car, and walks to the front door.

(And pause. Need to be off for at least an hour)

Glad he did start the day dressed like a shlub, Adam rings the stately bell.

The door opens and a well dressed man with silver hair llooks down.. oh wow

He seldom gets to meet sidhe up close save for Nadeen. Even this old guy rocks it, it's like stars decided to collect in the form of a 50 year old dude. The feelings it iliicits are different than with her

Adam blinks, momentarily ( or longer) overwhelmed.

"Follow" He motions and turns

Adam does without question; no cantrip needed.

The door closes behind him, "Now that there is little risk of observation, you may adress me as Sir Otto Kohal. I received a call that you were eager to talk to a sidhe and were of the blood yourself."

"Yes. Uh, Yes Sir." Adam gulps.

"Have a seat," he directs, "And explain to me what it is you think I can tell you of that the Chieftain can't. you are of Rivervale's baron yes?"

He sits. "I am, Sir."

"No lad, I'm telling you to tell me what you think I can tell you that she cannot. "

"She's not Sidhe."

"She can't tell me.... Sidhe-stuff."

A silver brow, "And beyond curiosity, why do you think you deserve to know about 'sidhe stuff'

"They said.... I was related. Sidhe-blooded."

"Clearly, you show strong affinity. High Cheekbones, some supernatural carriage.. posture and so on. It should give you many advantages of your fellow mortals. But you are not sidhe. Just as a boy whose great great grandmother was seduced by a knight is not noblity by default. "

"Yeah, I got that; believe me, they made it clear. But.... but I want to know more, I want to understand. I want.... to belong."

"Oh you poor boy," Sir Otto says sympathetically, "You have enough blood to feel a sense of position that is not there. You will never understand what it is to truly be Sidhe, Adam. Even the other kith don't know what it is like, to feel the weight of rulership. The need to not just stand against the coming storm but to be the living banner in the forces arrayed against the Dream. I'm not sure how I can explain to you, it's like explaining music to a deaf man. You can feel the thrum of the sound through your finger tips, but you cant' really hear it."

Sir Otto may never have seen such an expression of HUNGER in a mortal's face. "I -do- feel it. When I was a kid, all the time, I used to pretend about knights and nobles and princes and stuff and...... why can't I? Understand it?"

"For the same reason a wolf, no matter how quick of intelligent, cannot understand what it is like to be an Eagle in flight." he holds up a hand, "Understand, you are NOT alone in this. Chieftain Brekke can't understand what it is to be Sidhe either. Neither can my friend, Professor Wayburton."

"Yeah, but....."

"But you have the blood, you feel a drive"

"Yes. I mean... like... if someone gets adopted out, right? Like, doesn't know his birth family or anything but later they find each other and turns out they have a lot in common?"

"Lad, the fact you and a sidhe might have something in common won't make you a sidhe. I like Broadway plays, but so does a boggan I know. "

Adam stands, intent. "Look, I used to -dream- of being what you are! Doesn't that count for anything?!?!

"Can't you just.... just... just talk to me?"

"About it?"

A pause, "What would you like to know?"

"Everything?" weakly.

"Look even if I'm not... If I can't... if I don't know, won't I make a mistake? Hurt someone somehow?"

"You know your escheat, don't you lad? "

He nods rapidly.

"then you are as prepared as most kithain to not hurt anyone. You have held our secrets. This is the greatest service most kinain ever provide. You are a fae friend. Certainly at least to young Zane. Is that not glory enough?"

Adam shifts urgently, and finally blurts "No."

"You understand the wonder that most forget past childhood. You know that not only are there imaginary friends, there ARE Knights, and lords. There are monsters too! you've seen them, you've helped. Is that not enough?"

"No." With choking want.

"you want more, you want it all, if you were given everything was your due you could be a legend! You could lead everyone to the happy ending they deserve!"

"Yes!"