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Ramon's out by the lake, despite it being early. There had been no sleep and he got Random to let him into the bar as soon as the sun came up. So he's out there, sitting on a rock - coincidentally, the same one he'd been sitting on when Arithon came to find him after the Valar duel. Just like then, he's smoking and the smoke hangs in the still air while he stares out over the water.

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'I'm sure you'll both do great. I can imagine you with a lot of them.'

Something Asandir said has been on his mind since he said it, and he figures he might as well ask.

'Look, the sorceror said something about my kids when he did this thing to me. I wasn't really paying attention because - well, he'd just done it, you know? Something about them possibly having to do the job as well? Do you know what he meant?'

"Usually caith'd'ein is inherited."

The little prince says with a shrug,

"However, you are to live five hundred years. I would worry more about your great grandchildren times several generations."

'Hmmmm.' He falls quiet. 'What if I don't know who they are though? Will it matter?'

Because there's a good chance that'll be the case.

"Asandir identified me while I was without sanity, passed out, and barely capable of being counted alive."

Arithon says dryly,

"He will manage."

Yes, but what if I don't want to see them...

He doesn't say it. Not to Arithon. So he just shrugs it off and says, 'Well, it's years away. No need to worry about it yet.'

And no, the thought that he'll oulive his children either hasn't occurred to him, or doesn't bother him.

Nobody, for a moment, thought that it would. Arithon leans back on the rock and watches the sky for a while,

"Very true. How were your holidays?"

He grins immediately. 'Brilliant. Random took me home to Columbia. It was...'

There's no words really. Just...well, it was home.

'...perfect. And he loved it.'

"Tell me of it?"

He asks, with real interest. Arithon enjoys new places. Usually people in places he hasn't been before aren't trying to kill him.

'The place we went to?' He settles more comfortably on the rock.

'It's my favourite of the properties I own. In the mountains - they're called the Andes - overlooking Bogota, which is the capital of Columbia. It's empty at the moment as I'm supposed to be in prison, but it's a huge place. And there's a lot of land, I usually have a lot of livestock there. There's fields that stretch up the mountainside and some of them are fairly flat - and there's a place, I took Random to it, where you can stand right on the very edge of the mountain, on a ledge and there's nothing around you...and it looks over the valley that the city is in. Just...it's the most beautiful view there is.'

He really does love that place, even more so now that he can't really go there.

Arithon listens, in silence, with a faint smile on his lips. He has never loved a place; never really had a chance to develop love for a place.

"My hopes that you may return to it, soon."

He glances over and the smile dies a little. he wonders if he should tell Arithon what he hasn't told Random yet - but can't.

'Well. Random's taking me back soon to sort some things out with Hector. And eventually I'll be working for you so...' He shrugs. '...guess I won't be seeing that much of it in the future.'

"For me?"

Arithon looks at Ramon wryly,

"Say, rather, for Rathain. It is not in the nature of caith'd'ein to listen overmuch to their kings. There are five hundred years. Plus the time spent here, it does not count in the five hundred."

'It doesn't?' This just keeps getting better and better. 'I didn't know that. or rather, I didn't think about it.'

Of course, now he's wondering what that means for the thing with Martin, and sighing all over again. But he does say, 'That's right, Asandir was pretty clear on the fact that I'd have to do what i thought was best for you.' He glances over. 'And I will. If I have to knock you unconscious to get you away from somewhere, I will.'

"I have no doubt."

He says, not rubbing the back of his head and neck. He's worked hard to get rid of that particular twitch,

"I hope to not make it a need. I do not like headaches."

Yet another situation that Arithon knows nothing about. Which is fine, because he'd fret for all three of them.

'Well no. But I know you'll cope with them if you have to.' He won't have much choice, if it comes to it.

And he won't find out anything about that situation either.

'Did Bar give you your Christmas presents from Random and I?'

He shakes his head,

"I have not really been in the bar, yet. Just long enough to say goodbye to Jiask, help Asandir make Bianca human..."

Which deserves another moment of giddy silence,

"And get cider."

Ramon grins at him. 'You're going to be reeling over that for a long time. Well, Bar'll hook you up with them when you do.'

He hesitates for a second, then asks, 'Didn't hurt her did it? The change back?'

"It was shocking."

He says after a moment,

"And, yes. It did. Something which rode her for five centuries was removed. How could it not hurt? She does not even remember what it is like to have to breathe all the time. She is not used to the hundreds of small aches which are part of every day life."

A deep breath, and a shrug,

"But we will go, and see her house by sunlight."

He nods. 'Si. It'll be worth it, I think. I hope anyway. And you'll make wonderful parents.'

He really is so happy for his brother. And no, he doesn't have any qualms about thinking of him that way any more.

"It will."

He grins at Ramon again, and then looks at the empty cup,

"I should go back to her...she has not eaten in five hundred years."

Ramon stands and stretches. 'Si. Come on, I'll walk you back in.'

He leads the way back to the bar and really, things are pretty damn good right now, he feels.

They are. Arithon follows with glee and amusement in equal parts.

Usually the royalty leads.

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