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- August 9, 1978 (76)
Tristan sighed as he landed feetfirst onto a rather clean carpet, quite glad to have found a home to stay in. While he had been securing everything and dealing with legal matters as Ethan Mallard, his new alias. Elijah had grown up in Maine, having since worked at a lobster fishing company and deciding to move to Wisconsin to be closer to his family. He had found a quiet, northeastern town in the Midwest, quite content with it. It was peaceful and so far, he had not run into anything magical. It was inevitable, of course; those of magical heritage were everywhere. But for now, he was pretending to be a muggle, and always had been.
He released a large hand from Erik's shoulder, looking down to the little boy, who was rather somber as of late. Not to say that Tristan himself wasn't, of course. But he had resolved to force a content attitude for the kid; he wanted him to grow up the happiest he could, especially after what had happened. "Hey, kiddo," he started, with a crooked smile, "This is our place."
He looked around, observing the little home; he had already bought some furnishings, but as he was low on money he knew that he would need to secure a job, and a muggle one, most likely. It wasn't too terrible, though any hint at extravagance would be a laugh, alright; this was no Herrogard. But he would take security any day over the prospect of ten Herrogards.
He released a large hand from Erik's shoulder, looking down to the little boy, who was rather somber as of late. Not to say that Tristan himself wasn't, of course. But he had resolved to force a content attitude for the kid; he wanted him to grow up the happiest he could, especially after what had happened. "Hey, kiddo," he started, with a crooked smile, "This is our place."
He looked around, observing the little home; he had already bought some furnishings, but as he was low on money he knew that he would need to secure a job, and a muggle one, most likely. It wasn't too terrible, though any hint at extravagance would be a laugh, alright; this was no Herrogard. But he would take security any day over the prospect of ten Herrogards.