The Age Of Arma Gedeon

Chapter 30, Wizard

Lamica lets his mother in, she bring a silver tray, "Sorry it took so long. If excitement were a disease, we're in an epidemic."

Erray happily tells, "They earned it. There was so many more than I expected."

She sets the tray on the table, "Wow. If flowers were weapons, our Lorady was clearly defected."

Lamica frowns as Erray laughs and tells, "They are. This is the remains of Urshawn's first strike. He found he was out gunned, but I think everyone won."

Lamica's annoyance fusses, "Please, do not discuss last night with my mother in any verbage."

She raises her brow, making Erray laugh more, but he mostly keeps it quiet.

Mamabear moves to Erray, "How are you feeling, Sage?"

Erray admits, "Like I was trampled by my bull."

She pulls on his eyelids as she looks in them. She feels his throat, then pinches his wrist. He stills to ease her exam, but before she could have her count, she gasps and turns his hand, "How did you burn your hand?"

Erray turns out his palms, "Cosmic ropeburn."

She orders, "Bring candlelight, Lamica."

He grabs an elegant four candlestick holder and brings it to better light Erray, "Did you expect this, Erray?"

"I knew it is possible for one's body to manifest cosmic wounds. Like you get gas sometimes when you eat and sometimes ya don't."

Mamabear worries, "Your skin is yellowed and your eyes blood shot. Best we get your mother's medicine in you. Fetch drinking water, Lamica."

Lamica goes to lean out the door and orders out for water.

Erray whispers, "You have an amazing son."

Mamabear does not whisper, "I have three amazing sons and two amazing daughters.

"Most are without financial sense like their father. Each have gift and skill to revival their parents.

"Yet, each have fact that challenges their parents."

Erray offers, "I'll trade you.

"For each child you tell me the gift, skill and challenge for, I'll take a medicine without the fight I always give my mother."

Mamabear nods her smile, "Good trade for me. Let me line them up for you."

Knock announces the water's arrive.

Mamabear preps the medicines, then explains, "You've your mother's three and my two. Stimulant, pain killer, beans, cinnomon chews and shot of apple cider vinegar.

"She agreed they'd aid your recover and perhaps spare you the bellyache she normally gives you."

Erray smiles, "That's be nice. Alright, can we start with the beans. I'll swallow while you tell of your oldest, then your order is fine."

She fills his hand with still warm roasted coffee beans.

He swallows them a few at a time as she tells, "Parjimmy... his gift is perfect memory recall. His skill order from chaos and his challenge to his parents is his lack of interest in all things of mystic matters.
"Basically, he's an atheist."

Lamica fusses, "He's not that bad, Mother. He just doesn't want to spend more time on other worldly things, then he spends on this one."

Erray sasses, "Same difference to a mystic."

Mamabear hands him the shot glass of rusty-yellow stimulant, "Then there's Urkelly. Her skill is Sight, your gift intuition... She misuses them in relentless pursuit of a deep meaning to reality,"