"You can't help everyone. You can't save everyone. You can't make everyone happy.
It's enough just trying, isn't it?"
"Every year, a new clutch... new[[Leupak quaggies]], new[[House houses]], new[[Houselord houselords]]. New mouths to feed, new minds to teach, new genes to propagate.
Then, the mortals and their dreams and wishes, foolish as they often are. And then, the dance to keep up appearances, to lead threats away from the nest, to //survive// in this flawed world, preferrably with as little conflict as possible.
"I'm royalty, little one-- a lord among fae and beasts, and //look at my life!//
Always running from place to place, working at winning people over and keeping secrets just to do what needs doing or keep from driving mortals mad just by seeing me at the wrong time or in the wrong way...
keeping them from learning too much and trying to interrupt, all //for their own good//.
Gently, he herded the little cathedral lizard into his hand, scooping it up to tickle its nose and stroke its back fondly.
"I suppose we all have our roles to play, don't we?
I can live with playing doctor and father and mother and lord, if it means things like you can exist to keep me company.
That's a worthwhile trade, don't you think?"
He laughed, letting the little creature scurry across his desk. "You'd be surprised, little one.
Perhaps I'll show you, just after the next[[DoctorsBall Ball]]. Leupaks are a lot of work and preparation..."
"You've been such pleasant company. Why don't you come to the lab with me?
You'll be splendid when I've finished, and then I'll take care of you like one of my own, too...
Well, you //**will be!**//"