Bastard

“Just add the- uhm… the copper power core? Just add the copper power core to the framework… m-make sure that the… uhm… the… stabilizers! The stabilizers are posi-tieaned corrector-realy, and…” The child quel’dorei male struggled endlessly with the goblin writing scrawled upon the side of a box containing the equipment necessary to build “your very own miniature turbo-charged flying machine.” His eyes were wide, his ears pointing high and twitching, his mouth left agape with excitement as he rummaged through the box. The child’s name was Eraisuithon Aurea’shanes, he, his father and their housekeeper named Jeeves – as dubbed by Eraisuithon’s father one drunken night – lived in one of the great spires of Silvermoon, high above the riffraff of the streets. The father and head of the exceptionally small family was considered by many to be a war hero, there was not a soldier within Quel’thalas who did not know the name Sechuithon Aurea’shanes, he and his family name had been raised to the social rank of ‘noble’ for military reasons far beyond the grasp of Eraisuithon, but he lead a gentle and relaxed life up in the spires so he had no room nor reason to question anything, especially his father.
Eraisuithon had received a package earlier in the day, one he was careful to sneak by his father – thanks to Jeeves – and now the moment was at hand, all the little contraptions his father had stomped on earlier in the year would pale in comparison to this: “The turbo-charged flying machine - brought to the Eastern Kingdoms by the Steamwheedle Cartel.” The moment was at hand, the young boy had been slaving away in his room at his desk all morning and now his engineering skills had paid off. It was time to send his new flying machine upon it’s first voyage across the confines of his room. Eraisuithon released the contraption from his grasp and let it soar, the small engine sputtered and whirred loudly as it hurled itself across his room and into the stone wall beside his door.
“Eraisuithon! What was that noise!?“ a venerable Quel’dorei donning a large white beard and large white eyebrows almost instantaneously burst into the room upon hearing the crash. The room was now filled with a black, choking fog in which his delinquent son sat nervously at his desk with his ears now drooping to the sides, his fingers now drumming rhythmically against his knee, and timid smile stretched out across his face as he stared out at his father with bright blue eyes. The venerable elf sputtered angrily “Wipe that smile off your face, boy! Before it is on the other side of your head!” A long, awkward silence followed as the child tried to understand his fathers words, he opened his mouth slowly and whispered “…What?“ “-Don’t you dare backchat me, boy! What are you doing!? Playing with your unnatural contraptions again?! How many times must I tell you that-“ The large, bearded father leant down and snatched up the smoking wreckage of the flying machine from the floor “-That this. Is. Not. What. Quel’dorei do!” Sechuithon’s wild failing and over emphasised shouts would almost have been comical to Eraisuithon, if it were not for the paralysis fear now gripping him. The violent father continued “Even your whorish mother would be ashamed to see her bastard child play around with such… such NONSENSE!” with his face now sufficiently redden with anger, the large hulk of a father turned upon his heels and fled from the child’s room. Leaving a somewhat stunned Eraisuithon in his wake. It was true, his mother had been a prostitute and she had died during childbirth, Sechuithon never let him forget it.
“Caw?” Eriduos the dragonhawk hatchling – now sensing that the coast was clear - scrambled out from within Eraisuithon’s wardrobe, who in turn lit up with a smile, his eyes brightened and his ears shot up with delight upon seeing his lost pet “I though father had found and gutted you, Eriduos. Now, I need an idea for my next piece of workmanship! I didn’t need a flying machine anyway, I have you! And when we’re both grown up, I’ll just fly with you” the blond haired child smiled down at his dragonhawk who was now sprawled lazily across his desk, and successfully emiting the aura of indifference to it’s master’s claims. Eraisuithon sighs “Maybe you’re right, it is nice here. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to see adventure someday! You, me and whatever ragtag group of ruffians we can gather up. It’ll be like the old tales.”
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