Chapter One: A Mutual Father
The funeral is over. The sun shines down on the field as the last few people sit on chairs outside at the reading of Aernac's will. The few remaining besides yourselves are relatives, some have already received their inheritance, and most that have have already left in disgust. (Aernac hated all his relatives). Standing in front of the chairs next to a now almost empty crate is Gebin Ginn, Aernac's cousin, and the only family member he actually liked. Gebin is also an older man now, standing in a worn pinstripe suit with slicked back grey hair. Similar to Aernac, he always cared little for his appearance and more for his works and studies, in his case mechanical instead of magical. The suit appears to have oil stains on it. He continues to read the end of the will.
"...and to my sister Tia, who would always demand that I clean my clothes and wash after staying up for days on end doing research, I leave...my clothes."
A tall thin older woman in 'mourning' black walks irately up to the front, where Gebin pulls out a shoddy hamper full of clothes. They appear to be dirty. Gebin snickers as she strides away scowling.
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Aernac's house is a quite impressive one. A somewhat large building with many labs, libraries, and studies. The building itself has fallen into slight disrepair, as he generally doesn't concern himself with such things. There are large windows looking out in all different directions. Some out over the savannah, and one from his main study where he spent most of his time looking out upon the huge old baobab tree in his yard. The long yellow grass sways in the wind as the last few people walk away from the reading of the will. They head towards the gate in the barbed wire lines hanging out in a thin circle around the house.