Dakkon tasting the sweet ambrosia of syrup laden pancake, with butter flavoring his mouth as he lifted the coffee to his mouth taking a long sip he raised a brow at her mention of how she couldn't tell him or his siblings although she'd conveniently left out Nora. His mind started to slide around looking for possible answers. Certainly Nora couldn't be the only one in the loop. No that was preposterous. Nora was always the little artist, but she couldn't be the rock his mother was depending on, at least he could offer all the technologies she could ever need to deal with what-ever problem had driven her away. Azrael could magic things although the thought was poor comparison to the sweet flavor on his tongue, magic would also be more useful than a painting. Lilith could also be more use she at least had seemingly read every book she could find and at Olorii Castle that was a sizable collection, histories laws, treaties, philosophies and various others. Rain too although a mage could have helped, but Veta was entrusting the supposedly least capable of his siblings. "So you're telling me that technology, ....magic" He said with a unmistakable disdain " or vast stores of knowledge wrapped in a blonde girls head were unable to to help with whatever drove you away, and you cannot explain now, but will some day in the undefined future ? Maybe you can tell me why you didn't mention Nora " He said looking at her with a blank expression upon his face although his lips and corners of his mouth still sported the tell tale signs of having just eaten pancakes ravenously. ~reaching forward he picked uphis coffee cup and took a sip weakening the hold of the remains of the syrup upon his lips, although the corners of his mouth still remained slightly coated as he heard his mother before looking up sharply " I don't blame you or Father for the example, on the contrary its one of the few things I can say I like about Father, and I love my work, maybe not the people we supply, but its always challenging and enjoyable, and it provides me funding for my own side projects. As for the divorce I know you nor he were happy about it, but it happened and I don't blame you for that either, I blame Piper, but even so I know when we were younger, Az and I thought it was due to other people, Lilith seemed to think it was our fault." He said softly before looking down and then back up the smell of the coffee was a refreshing scent upon the air as he felt the weight of the meal slide firmly into place in his stomach hearing his mother ask about his father his right eye twitched ever so slightly, but obvious even though he attempted to hide it. " I know he is still around he is often either at the Blue Flames Castle, or at the Forgotten Eclipse Tavern, last time I saw him he was headed into the oldest Tavern in town, but after that most of my instruments in the area encountered some kind of temporal anomaly but other than that I haven't seen him " His eyes blazed with a bit of madness before it fell backward into his deeper psyche. His father was a rival, a goal, and the embodiment of everything that Dakkon hated and admired. He was never able to separate the differences though. Mithrandir an Istari , and a vampire. Magic and practical application of logic and humor. It galled him to no end the reliance on magic his father seemed to embody, and the disregard for newer technologies in favor of the quote old ways .
Giving himself a mental shake his eyes refocused upon his mother hearing her question " I could stay here with you for a while, but I'd have to see what projects are needed to be done at work first, and it'll give my little friends the chance to make some alterations to make me being here viable" He said his eye flickering before realizing that the contact was securely inside his pants pocket inside his pants pressing lightly against this thigh. Letting out a soft sigh as left hands fingers traced the wood grain of the table top he cast his mind towards the information he needed to send to the nanites to make some significant alterations to the sub-basement, it was always like attempting to jungle while high wire walking, while having a diving helmet on filled with water, but it was doable, it just took a lot more effort than he ever liked to, getting the initial plans and changes loaded into form he sent the commands. He could feel the cool beads of sweat pushing to his forehead before looking towards the window as his mother mentioned the rain the rain was forecast the snow, and ice well that could just be attributed to Ayenee's rampant magical problems and would probably be described as such on the nightly news. Looking towards her as she mentioned Marcus his left eyebrow arched slowly as he licked the corners of his mouth feeling the syrup crusting and breaking under his tongue giving his a sweet taste to reflect on as he spoke " I don't know him, and he seemed to think I would hurt you, but he doesn't know me either, or our family, and he's a moron the kind of guy thinks he's got a handle on everything, when he doesn't have a clue....Like claiming it could be a trap, if I wanted to trap you or him I could have just liquefied the concrete walkways you were both on allowing you to sink in and then harden it, but no, the upgrades to the tavern scream evil!" He said while making wild hand gestures. Although Marcus was half right about this section of Ayenee Capitol city it was not completely abandoned, and people did traverse it from time to time the problems were always most people wanted to get from the higher population centers to the others with little muss or fuss, and the older sections of the city had a lot more old wild magic saturating them which made it difficult to traverse safely. "The main problem is the wild magics that linger in the various sections of the city, where I could probably breakdown most of it using technology, Azrael, or Rain would be better suited to crack some of the more complex energies, or Father...." He said before standing up from the table and heading towards the bathroom to wash his hands and mouth, and replace the contact.