(( for Iolar )) Dad - "What did Iolar want to be as a kid?"
“That implies that Aelian wanted to be anything at all.” The Indian man muttered, before sighing, folding his arms as he leaned back in his writer’s chair. Kavi looked up at the stranger, frowning deeply. “… Aelian, whatever he may call himself how, seemed aimless for the longest time. When he was a young boy, he’d tote being an artist, or a doctor, or any number of things, but then when it came down to it, every one of them was just a phase that lasted a few weeks at best.”
“Commitment. The kid never had it.” Kavi sighed, running a hand down his face. “… I always thought he might follow in my footsteps, be an author. Honestly, he has a way with words. He could tell rather intense stories. Mostly about these shadows he claimed to see.” His eyes grew dark for a moment, before shaking his head.
Kavi sighed, standing and walking to a bookshelf inside his office. He pulled one particular book off of the shelf, titled ‘Depths’. He seemed to thumb through it, his eyes softening for a moment. He seemed almost sad. “… Aelian has a lot of potential, don’t get me wrong. I just hope one day he learns how to use that potential properly. We all strive for it, but he always seems aimless.”
He looked back to the stranger, frowning deeply. “… And besides, for such a bright kid, his grades certainly don’t show it. He’ll never make anything of himself if he doesn’t get himself together.”
