I wish I could forget. Except I did forget. I suppose I mean "remember".

Well...my mother left Father when I was about seven. He told me she was "gone on a trip" but after a while you start realizing that she's not coming back, no matter how young you are. I wasn't stupid, I knew they were arguing, it was easy to figure it out.

And my father was--he was--how do I put this--he wanted to make sure I'd claim my birthright as a Story Spinner, so training for it was...my life.

Of course it wasn't my birthright--no, it is, I just have to train more, that's all.