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[esla]

I don't quite understand who you are or what this is, but that doesn't matter right now! ( Although she looks very nervous admitting such a thing. ) I have something much more important to find! ( Like a five year old son who is missing at the moment. )

Sinbad! Sin, where did you go!

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[kingship]

[ Oh, well this is --

weird. ]

... Mother?

[esla]

( She stares for a beat, still a little caught up in her frantic search to fully focus. Then, she just rolls her eyes, shaking her head. ) Darling, really, did you get drunk again? Calling me mother of all things. ( Sorry Sinbad, she thinks you're your daddy.

She stalks up to him, looking him up and down. ) And where did you get such clothes? Oh, nevermind. ( Her dumb husband can tell her that later. ) Have you seen Sin? I can't find him!

[kingship]

[ This couldn't have happened even in his strangest dreams. He's being mistaken for his father ...? By ... his mother? ]

I'm not drunk— And I'm not ...

I am Sinbad.

[esla]

( Well, you do look a bit like him, you know.

She goes back to staring, obviously not believing you. ) Sinbad is barely five. I don't know what kind of joke you're trying to pull, but this is not funny. Especially when he's missing!

[kingship]

[ But mommy look at my glorious eyebrows ... ]

I'm not even sure how we're talking but ... [ He's trying to be as delicate as possible. The last thing he wants to do is upset his dearly departed mother. ]

But I am Sinbad! I'm just ... grown up now.

[esla]

( Those are fairly glorious eyebrows. Glorious eyebrows your father does not have. )

...You must be joking.

[kingship]

[ See, see!

Except he looks a little exasperated. ] I wish I was.

[esla]

( Staring. Staring staring.

Confused staring????????














Fainting. )

[kingship]

—!! [ Oh my god. Jumping over to catch her. ] Mother!

[esla]

( let her have her confused, unconscious moment in your arms, ty )

[kingship]

[ — If Ja'far saw this ... ]

Please wake up, mother.

[esla]

( just another day with Sinbad, tbh

Slowly waking up.

Staring. Confused staring. ) ...H-How- ( SERIOUSLY HOW )

[kingship]

[ He didn't want this. ]

... I'm not sure. This place is just like this.

[esla]

( Yeah well having her five year old son suddenly be thirty wasn't high on her list either. ) I-Is it? Like magic?

[kingship]

[ It's not his fault he grew up after you were gone :'( ]

Yes ... something like that.

[esla]

( She doesn't know that yet shhhhhh. She's still nice and young and healthy and with a husband and child and-

Yeah this is just bad. ) How frightening... ( Things she doesn't understand - and with her poor baby boy wrapped up in them!!! - are never good, nope.

But, oh, wait a minute, she's with her very adult (???) son. ) ...But my! You certainly look like your father now. He must be so proud of you!

[kingship]

[ Yes you're lookin' good mama .... ]

I'm sorry. [ He wishes you weren't brought here but a Certain Someone is mean and evil. ]

So you believe it's me? [ He grins!! But only for a few moments. Then it fades a little. Dad ...
He doesn't want to have to give her the news so he tries to laugh it off and bring up something that's totally ... normal. ]

Well, you know I'm a king now.

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[esla]

Well, considering I know you cannot be Badr with those- ( Her eyebrows. How embarrassing. ) -Well. And I have little else to believe right now. ( She smiles fondly. ) You look so much like Sin does, even if you're not him...

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[esla]

( That second thing makes her stop though. ) --What?

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[esla]

King?!

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[kingship]

I've taken after you both, I like to think. [ His eyebrows are grand, okay mother. They get all the ladies. ]

[kingship]

[ Then he laughs. Ahaha whoops. ]

A lot has happened since I was five years old, Mother!

[esla]

Yes, well, you certainly didn't get everything from your father. ( At least she hopes you got more than her eyebrows, otherwise how did you survive omg. )

But- King?! ( That is more than a lot Sinbad, okay. ) Your father and I always knew you were someone special, but. But. King? How-?

[kingship]

[ He survives by being Sinbad and doing Sinbad stuff. Otherwise how would he be a living legend! Of course this makes perfect sense. Perfect logic. ]

Well it's a bit of a long story.

[esla]

( sinbad stuff, shakes head. she raised you better!!! )

I can imagine! ( Stares for a moment. ) My, how old are you?

[kingship]

[ He's been on his own for 16 years, ma, sorry. ]

Er ... I'm 30 now, mother.

[esla]

( she'll be rather sad when she finds that out believe her

But, right now ?????????????????

If she was about 35 when she died, and Sinbad was 14 at that time, she would probably be about 24. Which equals ?????????? for her poor head. ) 30? But- Why- that's older than I am now! ( CONFUSED STARING AGAIN. ) Why, I must be over 50 for you then!

[kingship]

Yes ... I guess I am, aren't I?

[ So awkward. He clears his throat, about to respond to that further when her exclamation hits him like an anvil to the heart. ]

... You would be.

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[esla]

( She's chuckling a little, realising just how old he is now. Her little baby boy! It's bizarre but, she can't ignore the swell of motherly pride, either. ) My little boy, all grown up! And a king! My, a mother's dream, isn't it?

And of course I would be near 50, I don't think I counted badly- ( ...Oh, wait a moment. )

[esla]

( "Would" be.

He couldn't mean. ) ...Sin, what do you mean "would"?

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[kingship]

More than a mother's dream, I'd say! [ He puts his hands on his hips, and laughs. ]

[kingship]

[ thaaaaat is short lived though. He'd thought she'd maybe forget about it and just go with this whole "that's my boy!" line of conversation instead.

The disappointment is apparently in the crease at his brow. ]

Mother ... I'm sorry. [ Don't make him say it- ]

[esla]

Sorry for what? Sin, am- ( No, that's a bit hard to say, let alone swallow. ) You just tell your mother what it is right now!

[kingship]

[ jeez ... He doesn't remember being scolded like this!!! Then again, the last time he saw her, things were a lot different than they are now.

He sighs, resting his hand at the back of his neck. ] I lost you many years ago.

[esla]

What? ( Hearing you died and left your son behind is not something you want to hear, no. ) No, I. Why?

But, certainly your father is still with you, right? Badr would not leave us behind.

[kingship]

[ Please mother, don't make this difficult for him. He already feels like he's been shot in the heart. ]

Father too. He wouldn't have left us, you know that. He didn't have a choice. And I tried to save you ... but I failed. I'm sorry.

[esla]

( Hey, she's learning that she and her husband die and leave their son all on his own. HER HEART SI SAD TOO )

B-Ba- Badr, too? No- What- ( It's still weird thinking that this is her 30 year old son but. It just. Sounds like it's true. Like this really did happen, which is what is truly upsetting. ) What happened? And save me? What- What was wrong?

[kingship]

[ He looks pained, having to explain this to the person it's actually about. He takes a deep breath. ]

It was the army. He was recruited and never returned. And you ... [ :( ] An illness ... I'm sorry, Mother. At that time I couldn't take care of you like you deserved.

[esla]

Sin... ( Oh no, her baby boy. Her poor baby boy. And Badr too. This is certainly not how she wanted things to happen. ) You've been alone all these years then? My poor little boy...

[kingship]

Not alone! I've made many great companions. But I have missed you.

[esla]

No? ( Well, that's a slight relief. ) That's. That's very good to hear. A king should have companions, I guess. I hope they are trustworthy.

[kingship]

I trust them with my life. [ He nods. ] I wish they could have met you.

[esla]

They must be good friends then!

I. I wish I could have as well.

Do you think that maybe, by me meeting you now, it could change? Perhaps this is something that will save us!

[kingship]

The best, mother.

[ He pauses a little. Not that he doesn't want his mother to survive to the ripe old age of 50 but -- ] I don't know. Don't they say it's dangerous to alter the past?