"really?" he suddenly asked looking up at Drake with a sort of uncomprehensible smile, he as hurt yet somehow relieved to hear that he wasnt the only one who lost a parent "did they protect you?" she wasnt sure why he asked such a question, he did however want to curl into a ball and cry, but, men dont cry.

-he shrugged- Tried. I watched my father die, in the maw of a dragon. -he said, staring at the boy.- My mother...she couldn't do anything. She was in shock, staring, and it took her too. it just didnt see me, is all." -he shrugged a little bit.- My crying...and mourning, has passed. yours has not. Don't act like a man, don't act like you have to keep it all buried, because you don't,and you aren't. You're a child, and you need help.

this was a clear insult to Calanon, he immediately tensed "i'm a man, i have been for two years" he mumbled tears starting to stream down his face, two years ago he was set onto the throne, his father's crown upon his brow.

his eyes pinched shut to keep the tears in, he trembled pulling his hand back and wrapping his arms around his knees, curling into himself

He shook his head. He didn't mean insult, but he stood firm in his belief. "A man can wield his power sparingly, and can do good with it, not kill." -he said.- "A man knows when to kill, and when to spare, and who he should respect."
he looked over at the boy and put a hand on his back. "I can't make you a man, but i can help you get there."

"but i am a man" he whined clearly he was not "what're we going to do first?" he asked, his voice trembling as well as his body, while calanon fought the tears which squeezed their way through. Before the elf boy knew it he was curled up and leaning into Drake for comfort.

Drake wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close to his body, letting him do the crying he needed. "First, we need you relaxed..." -he said, rubbing his back- let it out if you need to...you're safe here.

he nodded leaning into him further, he let no one touch him since his father died, the only way he would even hug his mother was in his sleep. This was strange for him but nice, he wiped his tears on the end of his shirt and looked up at him "thank you" he mumbled

He nodded softly, holding the boy, keeping him safe in his arms. He didn't say anything though, simply held him there in the quiet of the night. THen he finally spoke, very quiet, and calm, knowing this would keep the boy calm.
"So...why is it you hate your mother so?" He asks, still holding him, gently rubbing his arm, wanting it to be a nice quiet conversation.

"she always fought by my dad's side, always saved him when he needed saving, but she stayed home for some reason, the day she stayed home and decided not to fight was the day dad was killed. She killed him and i know it" his words werent vicious nor were they angry, they were just simply that of a hurt child.

He shook his head lightly, still holding the boy in his arms. He pulled him now, up into his lap. He was sitting indian style, so the boy sat well in the middle. His arms came around the boy and held him back into his chest, taking the boy's small hands into his own. "Have you thought that perhaps your father told her to stay for some reason?"

"but why?" thinking back on that day calanon had fallen ill, so ill that the town healers foretold his death at the end of the day, he had contracted a fever as well as muscle spasms. Of course he never thought that his mother would stay home for him, not since his grandparents were both taking care of him.

"why would he have done that?" he sniffled looking down at his small hands resting in Drake's adult size ones. He blushed a light pink.

He shrugged. "Maybe he knew it was going to be dangerous, and he didn't want your mom involved. Perhaps he wanted you to have her with you, in case something DID happen. You have to know though...your mom was just as hurt by his passing as you were. She didn't want it, and you know it. -his thumbs rbbed the boy's hands softly, arms still clasped around him, their bodies tight together.

feeling drake's chest against his slender back was enough to cause him to blush a deeper red, he smiled to himself remembering the extent of that fateful day "i think i was sick" he shivered dipping his head again, he was staring at the ground enjoying the feel of drake's thumbs carressing the backs of his hands "i think she stayed home to take care of me but-- i dont really know" he sighed "i've imagined so many ways, so many reason as to why she stayed home that reality and fantasy have blurred together"

He nods slightly. "I think you need to realize that she still loves you...She's the one that asked me to come...to train you. She fears for your future." He said, still stroking the boy's hands, breathing heavily against his back, his larger, more muscled body holding him there. "There is no reason for you to hate her."

"i know" he sighed struggling to stand, though when he attempted to do so he didnt move, he then realized that drake's body wal far more built then his, this caused him to blink and start laughing from the embarrassment "she does love me -- she really asked you to come here?" he turned around as well as he could to look at the adult in an entire new light "really?"

He nodded. "Yes...she offered to pay me jewels if it were to help you." He said, smiling soft at the boy. His face was youthful for a humans, his eyes that beautiful glacier blue, care showing in them. "And so I have come, to train you. But I think you need to make up with your mother before we can continue our training...you need to apologize to her, and let her know that you're going to try your best with me.