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Storyteller
September 27, 2017
The day had been rather uneventful and the frei had been doing nothing at all but lazily laying around the house reading a new book he found on the bookstore application. As he scrolled through it's pages on his cell phone, a message notification banner ran across the top of the screen. Assuming it was Reuben just trying telling him dinner was ready, he ignored it and swiped up. Then another banner flew across the screen, and another, and another. The phone just incessantly buzzed with each subsequent text received, interrupting the frei's reading. He glared at the phone and decided to open up the text message only to see more texts pouring in.
As his eyes ran over every letter, the frei lit up. So, this new raevan did tell stories? And his name is Emyr!? But he...lies? Ryder shrugged off the latter notion and instantly beamed with excitement. He had been in a rut lately with some of his own storytelling, so maybe a new view on some stories would be a breath of fresh air and get his imagination flowing again.
Without a second thought, Ryder set the phone on the bed and floated out into the living room to deliver the great news of Emyr's birth to his guardian, who was still making dinner in the kitchen.
"Reuben, guess what!" Ryder stated excitedly, floating into the kitchen.
Reuben was slaving over a large pot of soup when Ryder floated in. He glanced at his charge and noticed the extreme excitement on his face. "What is it?"
"Emyr is born!"
"Who's Emyr?" Reuben questioned curiously.
"Mark's raevan!"
Reuben's face crinkled. Mark? The name rung a bell, but he couldn't quite place the name with a face.
"Mark from the park, remember, with the monkey," Ryder clarified.
"Oh, monkey man Mark. Well that's great, congratulations to him," Reuben said, only a second later questioning how he knew this. "Wait...and how did you find out this information?" the guardian inquired.
"He texted me," the frei said, almost a questioning tone not truly understand why it mattered.
"And how did he get your number?"
"I gave it to him, why?"
"When did you do that?" the guardian questioned, ignoring the latter end of his frei's words.
"Oh, umm. He asked me for it that day at the park. Gave me his phone so I could put my number in it."
Reuben shook his head. "But he didn't, I was there with you the whole time."
"Yes he did, while you were playing with the monkey, why does it matter?" the frei reiterated the question, now just becoming annoyed with his guardian for pushing the issue so much.
Reuben's eyes narrowed. "Because, I want to know who you're talking to. You don't even know who he is, Ryder. And why didn't he ask you for the number with my knowledge?"
The frei took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I don't know, Reuben. I was just letting you know. There's no need to get defensive about it."
"You're right. Well, thanks for letting me know about it. I'll give him a call and we can plan a date for you and his frei to meet," the guardian huffed as he went back to stirring the pot of soup on the stove.
"Oh, he said he'd call you once Emyr is settled in."
Something about this stranger telling Ryder that he would get in touch made the whole situation worse. It would have been one thing if Mark had said something like, "let your dad know and we'll set a date" or "have your dad call me". But no, now the ball was still in his court, and things just didn't set well with Reuben. Not that he was going to necessarily stand in the way of Ryder making new friends, but why was this Mark character so shady about stuff?
"I'll text you when dinner's done," the guardian said plainly, still stirring the pot.
Without another word, Ryder turned around and floated back to his bedroom, the entire vibe being killed by Reuben's overreacting.
With narrow eyes, Reuben couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. First, the man questions his parenting during their initial meeting and then gets his charge's phone number without permission so that he can talk to him behind his back? What was this guy's deal? It just seemed a bit off to the tarotist. But, he didn't say another word to Ryder, and instead, he decided to wait for the call from the monkey man.
Without a second thought, Ryder set the phone on the bed and floated out into the living room to deliver the great news of Emyr's birth to his guardian, who was still making dinner in the kitchen.
"Reuben, guess what!" Ryder stated excitedly, floating into the kitchen.
Reuben was slaving over a large pot of soup when Ryder floated in. He glanced at his charge and noticed the extreme excitement on his face. "What is it?"
"Emyr is born!"
"Who's Emyr?" Reuben questioned curiously.
"Mark's raevan!"
Reuben's face crinkled. Mark? The name rung a bell, but he couldn't quite place the name with a face.
"Mark from the park, remember, with the monkey," Ryder clarified.
"Oh, monkey man Mark. Well that's great, congratulations to him," Reuben said, only a second later questioning how he knew this. "Wait...and how did you find out this information?" the guardian inquired.
"He texted me," the frei said, almost a questioning tone not truly understand why it mattered.
"And how did he get your number?"
"I gave it to him, why?"
"When did you do that?" the guardian questioned, ignoring the latter end of his frei's words.
"Oh, umm. He asked me for it that day at the park. Gave me his phone so I could put my number in it."
Reuben shook his head. "But he didn't, I was there with you the whole time."
"Yes he did, while you were playing with the monkey, why does it matter?" the frei reiterated the question, now just becoming annoyed with his guardian for pushing the issue so much.
Reuben's eyes narrowed. "Because, I want to know who you're talking to. You don't even know who he is, Ryder. And why didn't he ask you for the number with my knowledge?"
The frei took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I don't know, Reuben. I was just letting you know. There's no need to get defensive about it."
"You're right. Well, thanks for letting me know about it. I'll give him a call and we can plan a date for you and his frei to meet," the guardian huffed as he went back to stirring the pot of soup on the stove.
"Oh, he said he'd call you once Emyr is settled in."
Something about this stranger telling Ryder that he would get in touch made the whole situation worse. It would have been one thing if Mark had said something like, "let your dad know and we'll set a date" or "have your dad call me". But no, now the ball was still in his court, and things just didn't set well with Reuben. Not that he was going to necessarily stand in the way of Ryder making new friends, but why was this Mark character so shady about stuff?
"I'll text you when dinner's done," the guardian said plainly, still stirring the pot.
Without another word, Ryder turned around and floated back to his bedroom, the entire vibe being killed by Reuben's overreacting.
With narrow eyes, Reuben couldn't help but feel a bit defensive. First, the man questions his parenting during their initial meeting and then gets his charge's phone number without permission so that he can talk to him behind his back? What was this guy's deal? It just seemed a bit off to the tarotist. But, he didn't say another word to Ryder, and instead, he decided to wait for the call from the monkey man.