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"Well, our bowls and plates are identical, so ye'd have a 50/50 chance of messing with yer own food iffin ye do anything to the eating ware."" says Tam wisely. "Besides no true cook will mess that much with the stuff he serves. He is usually to proud of what he's created to mess it up."

**and gets a bath at the same time as well... nice**

Tam is making up his bed by the fire. He stops and smiles at the cat... "Feeling all clean and comfy now?" he asks picking hi up.

Tam giggles, blushes beet red and tries his best not to laugh. He goes to lock up the cottage, carrying the cub with him, humming a safeguarding melody as he checks the door and windows. Then he puts the cub down and goes up to his room to make certain that window is sealed as well. When he comes down he sees Kero staring at him with a touch of confusion. "I really wold rather not have unwelcome visitors." he explains softly, giving the cat a gentle ear rub.

Tam nods and tells him to pick out a good book. Then he finds the chairs he reinforced that morning and sets them by the fire next to his bedding. He sits in one and props his feet on the other and waits to see what Kero picks out.

**nice book... says the old school librarian .... too bad i don't have a copy here at home to quote from**

Tam opens the book and begins to read. At the end of the story he asks Kero what he thinks a real angel looks like.

Tam chuckles with him for a bit then pulls for his small wooden harp, shedding a tear he strings it and begins to play, sending images to kero of his former home and of angels, oddly enough very few of them have snow white wings, most seem to match the colors of their hair, but all are slendar, almost sexless beings, going about their lives in harmony. Then he begins to tell the tale of the fall. Of how at first there were five angels over all, each an embodiment of some primal virtue. Knowledge, valor, tranquility, faith and love. Five brothers so to speak, who governed the realm of the all-father in his stead while he worked on creations that none of the angels of that time understood.

"Bez was the first to speak out. Born of faith he lost that which he believed in and became cunning and deceitful. And in he deceit he lured away Veritu, knowledge. He was my swedh, my other self, and for the longest time he pretended to understand why I remained loyal to our master. He would come to me ranting and raving, asking that i speak to the father for him, and I... I tried, but to no avail. They could not understand this man, this creation the master was attempting to create. They were frightened by it, so certain it had been designed to replace them. Nothing I said could console them. All I could do was to share with them what I had always shared, my feelings of rightness, of oneness... my love. In the end Bez used me as a lure to attack the father. And I was gravely injured. I was unconscious for many days and when I awoke, nothing was the same or would ever be the same again. They were gone and I remained. Eloria, Miku and I remained in our home. Bez, Veritu and a host of others had been banished to only who knew where."

Tam picks him up and cuddles him close. "I never was much for fighting. Ye might say I wasn't created for it. Yet when I came to this world I found myself defending those who needed it so often I became in essence a killer. Little one, raising ye has been a blessing for me as well. It has allowed me to remember that the good in the world often outweighs the bad. We simply need to look for it. Now, off to bed with ye. They're delivering e bed in the morning, and I might need yer help getting it set up."

He sets him down and shoos him off to bed, then curls up before the fire, staring into the flames for a very long time before drifting off to sleep himself.