Tempestuous Peacock

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son “and I didn’t have much to offer when I first met Imun” he tells him “I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven’t been anywhere else.” He smiled softly at his son “do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming” he says squeezing Imun’s hand back “but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side.”

A smiled pulled up in Dorian’s tan face as he stared at his son who was becoming a man “ok, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you have proved to me and your father that your a man enough for this.” Dorian sat his drink down and brought his hands up, the started to glow lightly purple as he summoned a sword in his hands “this is a Pavus heirloom, my father didn’t even know I took it when I left but my grandfather gave it to me so I was coming with me” he tells him “but since I cast magic I had no use for it but you can use it to where I could not” he says letting the weapon float into his son’s hands. The weapon was beautiful, it’s hilt was wrapped in a purple cloth with a bright feather hanging from the end of it, the blade was sharp and looked almost jagged at the end. “My grandfather fought with it and tried to teach my but I was rubbish at it.”

"I know you will” he says smiling at him “it will protect you like it was supposed to do for me but I never used it.” He looks over at him “it is enchanted though” he says “I laid a few enchantments on it to help you, it will burst into flames on command when you need it to and it will become a shield against other magic.”

"Only the best for my child” he tells him “it was time for you to receive a better weapon to protect yourself with anyways, that way I know you will be protected and won’t fall over by having a heart attack.” Dorian’s hand reached back for his mate’s hand and twisted his fingers with his own, he could feel himself wanting to start crying but the only thing stopping him was the feeling of his mate’s hand. “But no rushing off into battles yet Elias.”

Dorian grabbed his mate's hand as he started talking to their son about battles. He didn't want to think or even talk about this subject with his son. He couldn't imagine if something happened to his son and cause his son be took away from him. "Battles will come and your father and I will be training you both to deal with physical attacks and magical ones" he says to him "we want you always prepared for anything."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son “and I didn’t have much to offer when I first met Imun” he tells him “I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven’t been anywhere else.” He smiled softly at his son “do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming” he says squeezing Imun’s hand back “but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side.”

A smiled pulled up in Dorian’s tan face as he stared at his son who was becoming a man "ok, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you have proved to me and your father that your a man enough for this.” Dorian sat his drink down and brought his hands up, the started to glow lightly purple as he summoned a sword in his hands “this is a Pavus heirloom, my father didn’t even know I took it when I left but my grandfather gave it to me so I was coming with me” he tells him “but since I cast magic I had no use for it but you can use it to where I could not” he says letting the weapon float into his son’s hands. The weapon was beautiful, it’s hilt was wrapped in a purple cloth with a bright feather hanging from the end of it, the blade was sharp and looked almost jagged at the end. “My grandfather fought with it and tried to teach my but I was rubbish at it.”

"I know you will” he says smiling at him “it will protect you like it was supposed to do for me but I never used it.” He looks over at him “it is enchanted though” he says “I laid a few enchantments on it to help you, it will burst into flames on command when you need it to and it will become a shield against other magic.”

"Only the best for my child" he tells him "it was time for you to receive a better weapon to protect yourself with anyways, that way I know you will be protected and won't fall over by having a heart attack." Dorian's hand reached back for his mate's hand and twisted his fingers with his own, he could feel himself wanting to start crying but the only thing stopping him was the feeling of his mate's hand. "But no rushing off into battles yet Elias."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son “and I didn’t have much to offer when I first met Imun” he tells him “I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven’t been anywhere else.” He smiled softly at his son “do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming” he says squeezing Imun’s hand back “but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side.”

A smiled pulled up in Dorian’s tan face as he stared at his son who was becoming a man "ok, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you have proved to me and your father that your a man enough for this.” Dorian sat his drink down and brought his hands up, the started to glow lightly purple as he summoned a sword in his hands “this is a Pavus heirloom, my father didn’t even know I took it when I left but my grandfather gave it to me so I was coming with me” he tells him “but since I cast magic I had no use for it but you can use it to where I could not” he says letting the weapon float into his son’s hands. The weapon was beautiful, it’s hilt was wrapped in a purple cloth with a bright feather hanging from the end of it, the blade was sharp and looked almost jagged at the end. “My grandfather fought with it and tried to teach my but I was rubbish at it.”

"I know you will" he says smiling at him "it will protect you like it was supposed to do for me but I never used it." He looks over at him "it is enchanted though" he says "I laid a few enchantments on it to help you, it will burst into flames on command when you need it to and it will become a shield against other magic."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son “and I didn’t have much to offer when I first met Imun” he tells him “I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven’t been anywhere else.” He smiled softly at his son “do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming” he says squeezing Imun’s hand back “but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side.”

A smiled pulled up in Dorian’s tan face as he stared at his son who was becoming a man "ok, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you have proved to me and your father that your a man enough for this.” Dorian sat his drink down and brought his hands up, the started to glow lightly purple as he summoned a sword in his hands “this is a Pavus heirloom, my father didn’t even know I took it when I left but my grandfather gave it to me so I was coming with me” he tells him “but since I cast magic I had no use for it but you can use it to where I could not” he says letting the weapon float into his son’s hands. The weapon was beautiful, it’s hilt was wrapped in a purple cloth with a bright feather hanging from the end of it, the blade was sharp and looked almost jagged at the end. “My grandfather fought with it and tried to teach my but I was rubbish at it.”

Dorian wrapped his arms around his son and held onto him tightly, he laid a kiss on his son's head and then watched as he was passed around the family. "I know you will take care of it, I've been deciding when I should give it to you but your last answer proved you were already a man in my eyes you deserve it and weapon that will serve you in fights" he said to him "you will use it more then I ever would, it would just grow dull in my care and with you it won't."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son "and I didn’t have much to offer when I first met Imun” he tells him “I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven’t been anywhere else.” He smiled softly at his son “do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming” he says squeezing Imun’s hand back “but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side.”

A smiled pulled up in Dorian's tan face as he stared at his son who was becoming a man "ok, I was saving this for your birthday but I think you have proved to me and your father that your a man enough for this." Dorian sat his drink down and brought his hands up, the started to glow lightly purple as he summoned a sword in his hands "this is a Pavus heirloom, my father didn't even know I took it when I left but my grandfather gave it to me so I was coming with me" he tells him "but since I cast magic I had no use for it but you can use it to where I could not" he says letting the weapon float into his son's hands. The weapon was beautiful, it's hilt was wrapped in a purple cloth with a bright feather hanging from the end of it, the blade was sharp and looked almost jagged at the end. "My grandfather fought with it and tried to teach my but I was rubbish at it."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun’s shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun’s thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun’s poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that “no one will be good enough for my child but, it’s up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did” he said “I don’t want to force nothing onto him he does not want.”

Dorian turned and looked at his son "and I didn't have much to offer when I first met Imun" he tells him "I was nothing more then a wondering mage that was on the run from a band of orcs that wanted to eat me but your aunt saved my life and I haven't been anywhere else." He smiled softly at his son "do not think you have to prove yourself to me and your father, we will always be proud of the man you are becoming" he says squeezing Imun's hand back "but if you do find someone they do have to have to be good for you, someone you can fight along side."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table “I swear I live with children” he says to himself “I think I’m the only adult here at times.” Dorian chuckled at Mazon “and I’ve told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz” he said sending a wink Imun’s way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Aunt and Nephew simultaneously gagged before kicking Imun directly in both shins. The assaulted male grunted and immediately started cussing while his attackers laughed until they cried. “No, I’m just fine without knowing those spots thank you. I could go the rest of my life without knowing them.” Mazon shuddered once more before finishing her food and wine, one after the other. Her long dark braids were tossed over her shoulders again before turning to Dorian and Imun. “So…” she began while resting her head on her hands, “Have you beaten any suitors way yet?”

Another laugh passed Dorian as both his son and friend assault Imun's shins, his hand moves to rest on Imun's thigh as he pushed small amount of healing magic to Imun's poor shins. Dorian moves his head up to glare at Mazon, it was still to early for him to be talking about that "no one will be good enough for my child but, it's up to him who he wants to take as a mate, like I did" he said "I don't want to force nothing onto him he does not want."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian's eyes rolled as he watched his family start their kicking war under the table. He took a sip of his wine and scoffed lightly as he felt his son send a kick his way under the table "I swear I live with children" he says to himself "I think I'm the only adult here at times." Dorian chuckled at Mazon "and I've told you if you would finally kick his ass he would stop, I can tell you some spots that put him down Maz" he said sending a wink Imun's way so he knew what spots he was talking about, the ones only Dorian knew that made him weak in the knees.

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s face flushed red as Imun started talking about their bath they had the other day before they locked themselves away. “Amatus! Please no one needs to hear about what happens between us” he said hiding his face between his hands. Dorian did love Imun’s broads they are what defines his mate, everyone that has them in their village has a different style of braids. But Dorian did make a few beads for his mate that he did get to braid in and his mate wore them every day. “Please don’t make them like your father’s half the time he has to have helping washing them or they start to stink.”

Dorian almost had to cover his mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to escape at his son’s words “she has been like that since I first met her” Dorian said watching his son getting the braids put into his hair “but your Aunt and Da’ are to alike they are both loud.” He smiles as Mazon finishes the braids in his son’s hair and it makes him look even more like his Da’ now with the braids and te bun. “He will fall asleep if you keep playing with his hair Mazon, it’s a weakness me and him both share” he tells his best friend as his son walks back into the kitchen.

Dorian smiled at Imun’s actions, biting his lip as his mate kissed below his ear. As Imun pulled away and glared at Mazon, he smacked his mate in the chest “behave yourself Amatus until we are at least alone” he said reaching over and kissing his mate’s cheek. Dorian laughed at Mazon’s look on her face as her cousin glared at her and she had the grin etched on her face. Dorian reached over after patting his mate’s shoulder, he reached over and kissed the top of his son’s head “you two out did yourselves again” he tells his son as he moves and sits back down beside Imun and wrapping an arm around Imun’s own arm that was closest to him.

Dorian ate another piece of the meat that was cooked and smiled warmly at his son "I do say he has became a better cook then you Imun" he said with a teasing smirk but squeezes his mate's arm softy and then takes a sip of his wine. "I'm glad we have these two Mazon or we would surely starve to death" he said with a laugh and finishes off his plate with a sight and then leans his head against his mate's shoulder.

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s face flushed red as Imun started talking about their bath they had the other day before they locked themselves away. “Amatus! Please no one needs to hear about what happens between us” he said hiding his face between his hands. Dorian did love Imun’s broads they are what defines his mate, everyone that has them in their village has a different style of braids. But Dorian did make a few beads for his mate that he did get to braid in and his mate wore them every day. “Please don’t make them like your father’s half the time he has to have helping washing them or they start to stink.”

Dorian almost had to cover his mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to escape at his son’s words “she has been like that since I first met her” Dorian said watching his son getting the braids put into his hair “but your Aunt and Da’ are to alike they are both loud.” He smiles as Mazon finishes the braids in his son’s hair and it makes him look even more like his Da’ now with the braids and te bun. “He will fall asleep if you keep playing with his hair Mazon, it’s a weakness me and him both share” he tells his best friend as his son walks back into the kitchen.

Dorian smiled at Imun's actions, biting his lip as his mate kissed below his ear. As Imun pulled away and glared at Mazon, he smacked his mate in the chest "behave yourself Amatus until we are at least alone" he said reaching over and kissing his mate's cheek. Dorian laughed at Mazon's look on her face as her cousin glared at her and she had the grin etched on her face. Dorian reached over after patting his mate's shoulder, he reached over and kissed the top of his son's head "you two out did yourselves again" he tells his son as he moves and sits back down beside Imun and wrapping an arm around Imun's own arm that was closest to him.

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian’s face flushed red as Imun started talking about their bath they had the other day before they locked themselves away. “Amatus! Please no one needs to hear about what happens between us” he said hiding his face between his hands. Dorian did love Imun’s broads they are what defines his mate, everyone that has them in their village has a different style of braids. But Dorian did make a few beads for his mate that he did get to braid in and his mate wore them every day. “Please don’t make them like your father’s half the time he has to have helping washing them or they start to stink.”

Dorian almost had to cover his mouth to hold in the laughter that wanted to escape at his son's words "she has been like that since I first met her" Dorian said watching his son getting the braids put into his hair "but your Aunt and Da' are to alike they are both loud." He smiles as Mazon finishes the braids in his son's hair and it makes him look even more like his Da' now with the braids and te bun. "He will fall asleep if you keep playing with his hair Mazon, it's a weakness me and him both share" he tells his best friend as his son walks back into the kitchen.

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

Dorian's face flushed red as Imun started talking about their bath they had the other day before they locked themselves away. "Amatus! Please no one needs to hear about what happens between us" he said hiding his face between his hands. Dorian did love Imun's broads they are what defines his mate, everyone that has them in their village has a different style of braids. But Dorian did make a few beads for his mate that he did get to braid in and his mate wore them every day. "Please don't make them like your father's half the time he has to have helping washing them or they start to stink."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

“You know he will because he acts just like you Imun” he tells his mate looking up at him as he walk into their home “anybody that can put up with would be able to put up with our son” he laughs a bit and smiles at his best friend and son in the kitchen together.

Dorian almost chocked on his wine as he stared at Mazon “why are you wanting us to have another child” Dorian asked her “we haven’t talked about it yet.” Dorian sat his drink down and looked down as he lets the thoughts run in his head, yes he has thought about before but Imun has never said anything about wanting another one. “It has crossed my mind before about wanting another child, I do love being a father” he smiled at the thought “but Imun hasn’t brought it up to me, has he to you?.”

Dorian looked over at his friend and grabbed her hand into his, seeing the look that flashed on her face. A small smile pulled up on his face “you’ll find someone one day Mazon and have little babies running around of your own that I can spoil more then my own children” he tells her squeezing her hand as she walked away into the kitchen. A blank look passed Dorian’s face as he hears Imun “she sounds nothing like your mother Imun, if she did I wouldn’t be sitting here.”

A snort passed Dorian as he heard Mazon yell at his son "why must you insist on braiding his hair, his hair is to fine by putting braids in it can you not just give him war paint" he said "I do not need to be washing two sets of braids when I already have to help wash his father's." He sat his cup of wine down and looked towards his family "but it is up to him if he wants his braids or not."

Trying to Survive by raising a son.

“You know he will because he acts just like you Imun” he tells his mate looking up at him as he walk into their home “anybody that can put up with would be able to put up with our son” he laughs a bit and smiles at his best friend and son in the kitchen together.

Dorian almost chocked on his wine as he stared at Mazon “why are you wanting us to have another child” Dorian asked her “we haven’t talked about it yet.” Dorian sat his drink down and looked down as he lets the thoughts run in his head, yes he has thought about before but Imun has never said anything about wanting another one. “It has crossed my mind before about wanting another child, I do love being a father” he smiled at the thought “but Imun hasn’t brought it up to me, has he to you?.”

Dorian looked over at his friend and grabbed her hand into his, seeing the look that flashed on her face. A small smile pulled up on his face "you'll find someone one day Mazon and have little babies running around of your own that I can spoil more then my own children" he tells her squeezing her hand as she walked away into the kitchen. A blank look passed Dorian's face as he hears Imun "she sounds nothing like your mother Imun, if she did I wouldn't be sitting here."