[Ortus extends his hand again, a touch more restrained this time around, with a definitive nod.]
Yes, if it is no trouble. [He would not want to take more than his share.] I am past the age of wishing for such, although even then, I was not often possessed by the urge to disrupt other children seemed to be transfixed by.
[It has been longer than Ortus can recall since he spoke of his childhood, even in passing. It would have been superfluous on the Ninth, and he finds that the memories, when he reaches for them, come more easily than he expects.]
I was not. My mother made the journey as a penitent before my birth. It was on the Ninth she met my father, and the Ninth where I was born. [He sighs, faintly wistful.] Perhaps that was why I was a more circumspect child than most. What of yourself?
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Yes, if it is no trouble. [He would not want to take more than his share.] I am past the age of wishing for such, although even then, I was not often possessed by the urge to disrupt other children seemed to be transfixed by.
[It has been longer than Ortus can recall since he spoke of his childhood, even in passing. It would have been superfluous on the Ninth, and he finds that the memories, when he reaches for them, come more easily than he expects.]
I was not. My mother made the journey as a penitent before my birth. It was on the Ninth she met my father, and the Ninth where I was born. [He sighs, faintly wistful.] Perhaps that was why I was a more circumspect child than most. What of yourself?