Pashaar Palace

[Raithen Anar]

Raithen ignored the screams and curses of his Prime Concubine as he carried the child from her rooms, to his own. The baby, troubled by his mother, puckered his mouth, then his eyes fixed on his fathers and he became still. Raithen reached out his hands, and a golden glow emanated from them, which covered the child like a caul.
Under it, the child wailed, writhing, the flowing gold around it roiling, stretching as a rumble of power ran through the floor.

yes, this is pain, you will come to like it, Raithen reached into himself and drew on his powers, and the childs cry became deeper and then was abruptly cut off. Power poured into the child, growing the muscles, sinews bones, themselves, blood vessells and nerves exploding thirty, forty years in moments, until the floodlit power faded and Raithen rose, regarding the tall figure of the man curled in a foetal position on the rug. He folded his arms, feeling the fledgling mind spinning, open to everything, to the storm of knowledge passing from his sire to him, all his memories, his skills, - not all his power of course.
' Up, my son, ' he said, peremptorily.

[tarostar]

Tarostar had been out at the great barracks beyond the city, for montsh, training, until his father believed him ready, and he had sent him out to trouble spots with the Eagles, making him his General for the Armies of the South of the land. Passing into the wide halls, he entered an ante chamber to the throne room, and bowed to his father. He had come straight from drilling, dust clung to his armour and black boots.

[Raithen Anar]

' Come, ' he father beckoned him to a map on the wall. ' Selusa Secundus, go there for me, govern it, as you see fit, in my name after one year I will assess how you have donw. The Army is growing so take half of the southern Legions, have barracks and training grounds built for them. Amy who wish to join the Eagles,.. you know my standards, they are also yours, '

[tarostar]

His son nodded, ' It will be done sir, you gave me your knowledge, I will use it and not waste it, ' he inclined his head. ' who is the woman here? The new one, I mean, ' he ammended.

[Raithen Anar]

' She is Noldor, ' he gave a faint smile, ' and hands and eyes off, boy, she is for me, ... like a ripe plum in my hand. It is sons of the Eldar I wish. But you, you take after me, not that mother of yours, mad as a spoon, that one, she could not stand the idea of other woman, her death was necessary, understand? Every-one is expendable. '