11 Year Old Tarrlok

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He oggles at the magnificent City Hall. “This is so neat! It’s so big!” He lets go of the older’s hand in order to take several awed steps toward the building. “You—I—we—work here? Oh man, oh man, just—wow!” He can’t keep himself from bouncing up and down in his enthusiasm. “Do we get to inside?!”

As Tarrlok expected, the child’s reaction was completely worth it. Admittedly, he’d been a little worried when his younger-self said that he would try to be a probender instead of a politician, but it was obvious now that his worries were misplaced. When the boy asked if they could go inside, Tarrlok would chuckle. “Do you think that I would bring you all the way here simply to show you the outside of the building?” he’d ask with a raised eyebrow. “Come on.” With that, the older man would lead the boy inside to the large entrance hall. “Our office is on the fifth floor, but I want to show you a few other places first.” Loitering around the hall was various persons, and if one were to look really closely the might notice that some of the people were actually the same people, though since it was a dream, no one would notice.

He trots eagerly after the older, seeming to resist dashing far ahead of the older only by an extreme act of self-discipline. He marvels at the large interior. “Wow! It’s all so big, and, and, and…important looking!” He’s drawn toward the idea of probending because that’s something he can easily wrap his head around—but while he can’t say he understands anything about what his older self does as a politician, he can still appreciate that it must Take Some Skill, and he’s suitably impressed and awed.

“Ohhhh, like where?” he asks eagerly, when the older mentions they’ll see a few other places first. He looks around, his imagination already trying to conjure up what amazing things this building might hold.

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