Miro x Ameiko (with hopes of revisiting the house)

Miro stands in the kitchen for awhile many thoughts awhirl in his head.  His rythmic chopping continuing long after the carrots have turned to mush.  So many things dance around in his head.  The school, the town of sandpoint, Zantus and more importantly his fear of the blessing bestowed upon him, Gildy and Vrinn, Bobole who had become to astranged to him, His hopes for Sandpoint, Myrtle..... (Shivers) and finally Ameiko's offer of her family home.  The thought plagued his mind like a virus.  Could he in good consious subject her ancestrial home to the ravages of goblins not yet learned enough to join sandpoint.  Would he rob Synovia of such a place when its inheritance was hers by any right.  What of the Rusty dragon.  Miro looks about still rythmically tapping on the cutting block absently.  The kitchen was in need of him... like so many things these days.  It was obvious the mop boy was no longer getting in the tiny places again, the stove had not been iron brushed in a week.  Yet so many things lay on Miro's plate.  And then there were the dreams.  No longer were they single minded goals of power grab and revenge on his homeland.  Miro had become accustomed to those.  It was as if his brain used the time he was asleep to remind him of the path he had set upon.  But now more and more frequently his dreams had travelled different paths.  Some were horrible nightmares that showed his friends beneith his onslaught of arcane might, others specific people who would never again be whole if he continued his path, the strangest of all though were the dreams where Miro had grown old.... very old by and standards.  This part did not un-nerve him though Nethys had already promised him immortallity in some regard or another.  The part that bothered him was his look.  A look of calm... a look of happiness.  Miro had been many things in his life.  Dubious, Cruel, and mostly angry, but happiness was a fleeting thing that never stuck long.  

"See, I told you he wasn't paying attention," a smug male voice spoke loudly from behind him. Ameiko and Yilliam, the Miro's lesser kitchen nemesis, were standing there looking at him. Yilly's expression was purely vengeful and triumphant, while Ameiko looked a little confused.  Ameiko pulled her mouth to the sound in a little disappointment at the pile of chopped vegetables that had accumulated. "Miro, why are you chopping everything in sight?" "Yeah, Miro, why don't you explain it to us?" Yilly agreed greasily. Ameiko turned and gave him a neutral look so dismissive it instantly withered Yilliam's resolve. He gave a glare at Miro as he turned and hurried over to a pot beginning to boil. Ameiko turned to Miro with more concern.

As if without thought or action the ground beneath Yilliam's feet glazed over with a small patch of oily slippery grease.  Miro turns with the blade still chopping in his absence and looks back. First to Yilliam his eyes red and glowing then to Ameiko and the anger and redish glow in his eyes instantly fades.  Miro looks back to Yilliam and shock replaces his countenance.  With a wave of his hand the blade falls to the board long since ruined and the puddle fades.  Miro looks back to Ameiko and shock turns to regret.  His eyes are large and heavy and even Ameiko can see or at least sense the many peices resting on Miro's shoulders and the many battles that rage in his head over various different things.  "Ameiko....."  Miro quietly gasps and then turns and flees to the alley behind the kitchen.  

Ameiko sighs heavily looking at a cursing Yilliam on the floor. "Why do they always run?" Tiredly, she steps out into the alley and looks around for a sign of the halfling. "Miro, don't make me run. Where are you?"

Miro sits quietly on some crates looking down at his feet.  "I am hear Ameiko."  Not bothering to look up he prepares himself for his lecture and slightly grins to himself.  In his fear of reprimand from Ameiko its as if everything else on his mind is pushed to the side if for but a littlebit.  A small repreave from the insanity that was slowly and meanacingly begining to claw at the darkest corners of his mind.

He can see Ameiko's boots enter his vision, soon he sees her concerned and, yes, slightly irritated face, framed on one side by her white strip of hair. "Miro, the candle that burns the brightest burns out the fastest and YOU-" she jabs a finger at his forehead firmly but not hard. "- are already just a little stub. Why is my son, late to my arms and life, trying to set himself afire so?"

Miro continues to look at the ground in shame.  "I... just dont know.  It is hard to put into words.."  Miro sighs and then stops.  He pulls a small rolled up paper from his hip and hands it to Ameiko, she looking over it knows it to be a detect thoughts spell.  "Sometimes it is easier to show than say if you would use this spell on me."  

Ameiko takes the scroll and sets it down on the ground, put her warm hands that smell like spices on his cheeks. "When I was young, too young to know the right words, my mother would sit with me in her arms and say that her heart knew what to say, even if I did not. She said it would sing in harmony with my words and tears."  She puts her forehead on Miro's. "I may never have children of my very own, Miro, but with you and Synovia, I have found what must be a mother's heart. So speak, speak and I will hear the harmony of your heart through your words. I will not use magic on my children."

"To understand you must see the world as I do.  Everything you, synovia, the rusty dragon, Mayor Deveron, Myrtle even.  They are all peices.  Peices of a puzzle that even I in my wisdom and intellegence can not see.  But I feel the need to pick them up.  Be it for my hubris or my god if it is even his and hold them for whatever the motivator.  I see these peices and yet many of them are too hard to place at this time so I carry them.  My brain hurts with all the things it carries and I worry that my frame is about to be crushed to splinters.  When I came to sandpoint it was to dive into Desna's lore that I may use it in my travels towards revenge on my homeland.  Yet somthing here stopped me from leaving.  Something stands between me and what I once thought was a goal set in the stones of fate and time.  Every night for years I dreamed of my return to Osirian, laughing triumphantly as its every desert burned and melted to glass.  Yet now.... " Miro begins to cry soft quiet sobs.  Sobs he had not shed since Alaria had died.   "I just don't know what to do and that scares me so much so that I can not even put it into words.  And then yesturday you mention to me your home and the peice was just too big to carry.  So many pains come to me when you remind me that I can not be the son that carries your name.  I guess it was just the straw that broke the camels back is all."

Ameiko closes her eyes when he begins to sob, a tear forming in one of her own eyes. She inhales deeply and wraps her arms around him a bit mor, keep her forehead in contact with his. "Miro, my son..." she begins when he finishes. "You have such a big heart it is no wonder you should try to carry the whole world in it," she says softly. She's quiet for a time, listening to his cries and feeling the shake of his form.  "The hunter who chases two foxes shall catch neither. A fox is fast and wild, a fox is clever and bold. To give chase to such a thing requires focus. Once you have caught that fox, you find the other. It takes more time this way but little by little, you get better at chasing foxes and you shall find it takes not nearly so much time as you once thought." She pulls back a little and smiles. "My house...my father's house is large, HUGE! I couldn't live in such a house by myself and indeed I thought to give it to ALL of you instead of having you stay here. There will be room for Synovia and Bobole to train, a tower for you magic, a place to have parties and friends, huge gardens to meditate. Even Vrinn could go as there are many things to touch and, dare I say, they won't get him killed or infected with sex mites." She grins at this. "Though...as my son, I would ask you not allow him to bring every unsavory woman in town into the house, yes?"

Miro continues to cry softly til the fade away at her last sentence.  His body slowly shifting from tense to soft.  His body slacks as his vigil comes to a close for this day resting forehead to forehead with Ameiko.  And for the first night in two week Miro would simply not dream perhaps a blessing considering the confontation to take place in the morning between himself and Bobole.

Ameiko smiles as she picks up Miro again, like a child and takes him to this bedroom to sleep. Yilliam, though smug, knows better than to say anything at the moment.