He licked his lips. "I used to," he said quietly, remember when he had been a simple, normal teenage boy.

He had been then and was now a peacock, seeking the praise of any, yearning to fill the hole his father had dug in him that now was still being mended, but on the mend. Back then... gods, he had not even known what he was, not until Tylendel. And now, still, people looked at him oddly for it. Or, if he was honest, oddly at him for his power. It was all so confusing it gave him headaches at times.

"I've never... met anyone else, like me," he said at last. "Well, I have, but two of them I see if rarely and the other two I saw hardly at all."