Father and SonEvery once in a while Shawn hopped by in Boris' quarters. Both would tell each other stories then, stories the others couldn't enjoy. Boris was much like Thor at that point. They both loved Shawn's stories. Both men would enjoy musing with a glass wine. Boris was two years ahead of Shawn, and in front of him, Shawn still sometimes felt like a wraithling. Last time they mused about their childhood. About how it was in the old days to be really young. Shawn noted on how many times Boris compared himself to his young son or how many times Thor played a role in his stories. It got him wondering. Why was their bond as tight as it was? Why wasn't he equally as proud of his daughter or why didn't his daughter pop up in his stories like he did.
"It was not long ago." Boris said. "Maybe it was even too short ago to remember it well. As I'm usually better in remembering stories from long ago." He looked at Shawn. "You are not the only one I hear this ask or think. There are more people who think