Euan's eyes closed as his mind drifted,<span style="font-style: italic">life</span>. What a funny little word meant so much, how much it expanded. But before Song's question let him drift to far her kneading hands brought him back. His eyes wide at the ceiling for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath and stilled and exhaled gently.<br/><br/>"My mother was a servant in a wealthy, well known and prosperous house. My father was the Master of the house. A good fair man, not loyal which his wife soon figured out quick enough. Under my Father's care my mother and I served him and the house." Euan replied his mismatched eyes off in his memories as he dragged them into the light to let Song see. His face a tight line, tension creasing in his face but seconds later replaced. Another deep breath his eyes calm but still distant.<br/><br/>"My mother passed when I was 4, my father when I was barely 8. That's when I learned of the horrors a boasters must face at the hands of his mistress when you are not fathered by her but by her husbands servant. I can't blame her cruel heart. Sadness can eat away any heart if allowed to seep into the blood." Again Euan's tone was heavy but he seemed at peace with it.<br/><br/>His time with his fathers abusive wife was no longer in his future so he would no longer dwell on it.<br/><br/>"Now you have heard my pitiful tale, I would besheech you to do the same?" Euan watched the ceiling intently hoping he might hear this tale of his Mistress who wished to see him dance.