Unannounced, the door to the tower chamber where Kenn was sleeping flung open, flooding the space with light. It was either that or the yelling about how he'd ruined more things since arriving at this new home yesterday afternoon. What with two sets of clothes lying around half-dried after an entire night soaking wet when he'd once just soaked them while bathing yesterday evening so that they'd be ready first thing tomorrow, which meant not leaving untidy. Recently, however, Kenn has noticed that more and more women are following him around and asking him questions like, "How do you manage that little trick? How did your family come to live here anyway? What does 'Branwian' mean exactly and what makes this place different from all the other castles out there?" They always look confused and excited, perhaps wondering if he knew some answers for real rather than just making stuff up as he went along. So, nobody believed him anymore even though he made an effort to avoid giving them bad news on purpose whenever possible. Everybody forgot everything he told them right away despite his best efforts to remember most of it himself afterward, even when discussing things, he could see firsthand, sometimes over many years. It caused him much distress. Kenn thought that he should have been able to trust other people more and have them be less judgmental of his past. It seemed that nowadays individuals are difficult to talk to about anything other than magical topics.
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