The Space Cauldron
Sleet Tempest Snape
Quinn paused for a second in his mental concern over the implications of the picture when the merchant asked how fast humans aged. “Technically one year is one rotation around the sun,” he explained while some small part of his brain wondered if senshi and knights aged differently when they stayed on their home worlds. If the distance to the sun was different did that affect cellular aging? His mind instantly latched onto a few more tidbits of info that the merchant provided: eight months at least, possibly picked up in bulk…. And he had an office. Who would have guessed that an interstellar being had an office. How very… mundane!
With a slight shake of his head Quinn focused on the important topic at hand, the picture. “Yes. Please. If the worry stone is enough for the picture and any information you might have on it then yes.” He accepted the bargain the merchant offered, more than willing to try to trade with more if that’s what it took. He needed to find out the origins of that picture.
He also needed to explain to his friend why he was so focused on the picture. “Venus, do you remember that time about six years ago. Where I spent most of a few weeks either drunk or in fights… or both?” It hadn’t been a very good time for him, nor the much longer ‘trying to work myself to death’ phase either. “A lot of that time is just blurs or straight up blank,” he tapped the photo, “if this isn’t just one hell of a coincidence I might not have just been fighting.” Quinn just couldn’t imagine he had been that irresponsible, but he had been pretty far into a bottle for quite a while.
It was possible… maybe.
Either way the possibility wasn’t zero.
Could he be a father and not know it?
