Ever since Somersby had told his father he intended to work for the ministry and the subsequent deal had been struck, things had been awkward between the father and son. In fact Somersby spent more time avoiding his father (a task which was difficult given his father’s propensity for gliding through walls) than almost anything else. Somersby would have been quite content if he hadn’t heard his uncle’s words as he passed the parlor doorway.

“Perhaps I should go in your honor, then, and bring back a story or ten.” Somersby stopped in his track and looked in at his father and uncle speaking. Surely his father couldn’t have been intending to travel with Somersby, could he? Did he not think that Somersby could manage on his own? Did he believe so little in Somersby that he would send Uncle Arven with him to the continent? Apparently last summer meant absolutely nothing to his over protective father. Somersby grit his teeth. There would be no way to find out unless he faced his father.

Squaring his shoulders Somersby attempted a placid look as he entered the room. “Going somewhere Uncle Arven?” He asked, avoiding his father’s gaze and focusing on his uncle as if Arven Fisk were the only person in the room.

ooc - sorry I am so late. Hope you dont mind the intrusion