Tributes

Chapter Nineteen

"Have you heard from Rose recently?" Luke asked, tilting his head. "Robin wasn't sure where they were heading next. Only that he hoped Eva would be able to interact with some people her own age."

"Yes, I have. She's enjoying the courts in the south. She hasn't found anyone who can pin her down though. To my knowledge, Robin headed elsewhere. I assume Eva is still with her but I'm not sure," Tyreol commented off-hand. Robin and Eva were two of Rose's children. Robin often played assistance to his mother but sometimes needed a break. Eva was only eleven at the moment. Rose's lifestyle didn't always work well with having children but she loved them all dearly.  "How is Jake?" Tyreol asked softly, his voice falling down a notch lower.

Luke gave the god an almost sympathetic smile. "He's well enough. Still a little torn up over his beau's death but coping," Luke reassured. Jake, Jake and Tyreol had fallen out about Jake falling in love. And then the woman had died. It was not a pleasant situation for anyone involved.

"I'm still not happy that I learned about the death from another god. It doesn't look good if I don't know these things. If it wasn't of the fact Fiear sent word promising to look after him... and well my own promise to Jake... I would have sent the dogs that's for certain," grumbled Tyreol. It had been humiliating. Luckily the other god was of the light variety and had been more concerned with getting Tyreol to not devour his essence than teasing him over it. The god was still a god. Just now under Tyreol's influence.

"He knows and is grateful for your restraint. Fiear looks after him well," Luke said gently. "As for finding out, we can't tell you every lover we have. I meant people like Rose..."

"Rose tells me about everyone she's been with. With details on how good they were or not," Tyreol commented dryly, having grown used to his former's behaviour. "She's very good at keeping me up to date. Even if her longest beau was two years."

"Really?" Luke blushed.

Tyreol gave him a dark grin before bumping their heads together, "I'm glad you get along with your siblings so well," he poked. Luke murmured something before looking at Tyreol expectantly. The god sighed before nodding, "Okay, you can meet the new ones. Just remember I only have five of thirteen so far."

"Thirteen? Isn't that an unlucky number?" Luke frowned.

"I received twins," Tyreol shrugged.

"Kinky,"

"Babies though," Tyreol warned, knowing Luke was mostly joking about that.

"Ah," Luke said sounded mock-disappointed, but he perked up as they walked into the common room. Practically bouncing on his feet. He was excited to meet the new people.  Tyreol felt a smile unfurl on his face. Maybe things weren't going to go badly with this meeting. After all, there was no one yet who would be threatening Luke's position. There was no reason for Luke to get jealous and standoffish. Maybe this could be a good thing. He opened the door. They walked into yelling.

Only five people had been received so far. Four of which were involved in the yelling. The fifth was hiding behind the sofa, safely away. Hands over his ears and eyes shut to block out the fight. One young woman was holding a broken piece of wood. It was charred like it had been burned. She was looking at an angry boy sadly. The oldest man was holding said boy back from likely attacking who had to be his twin. The twin looked about to burst into tears and was just standing in the middle of the room looking hopelessly lost.