Sun Mote Copse Jabberjay

Eljay supposed that Wraen was right, but sometimes it was exactly that which worried Eljay about Elfie. Almost as if the pain must be hiding somewhere inside. Or perhaps he really had been too young to get an immense blow from losing his mother. Perhaps he'd been just young enough. Eljay was not so sure, but it was hard at times, not being able to see his own grief reflected in his childrens' eyes.

And Eljay wasn't too sure he wanted Elfie to achieve great things. Great things sounded dangerous to him. I don't know if I want him to achieve great things, Eljay admitted eventually, sounding reluctant. Eljay never liked arguments, and he certainly hoped he wasn't getting into any here. I just want him to be happy. And it always seemed that whenever he was near, Elfie wasn't too happy. Maybe achieving great things would make him happy... But Eljay just wanted to protect Elfie against the terrors of the world. He really just wanted his boy to make it out alright. Perhaps it was that he was doing so well that was the most bothersome, though. Eljay wasn't too sure.

Wraen asked if it hadn't been easy for Eljay, and he looked taken aback. Eljay didn't like talking about this very much, because he was so ashamed of how poorly he was doing as a father. I just don't know what to do to make him -- Eljay faltered there, because every word he thought of to put there was too painful to say. I just wish he respected me, or loved me, I guess. I just wish that... Eljay frowned as he realised the truth of his troubles: .. that my love was enough for him. He gritted his teeth, because the truth was a painful beast indeed.