The streets themselves were no longer the romantic cobblestones of an era long past its glory. They were paved with the latest surface coverings moder...n transportation hubs could possibly desire and the automation of lights, signals, entrance doors and many other technical advances were far more apparent in this ancient place than in some of the most modern of cities of the west.I estimated that the previous ratio of traditional dress had been reduced from about ninety percent to less than ten. I stop at a Convient store; purchase a six-pack of beer, and some munchies. I return to the car and drive off toward my destination.Soon, I pull into the driveway and park the car. I grab my things, and put Roue on his leash. I walk through the gate, up the steps and ring the doorbell.Sally opens the door, hugs me and says, "Boy, I glad you could come over. I hate spending the weekend alone without Matt around."As she escorts us into the room, I see a large Golden Retriever. The dog sees Roue,. Joric, too, was quiet, as if a sound might disturb the room. He was a non-descript man, though his age had made him slightly rounder than he used to be. His steps were sure, though, and his eyes moved around and missed nothing. He dug his hands back into the cloak he wore as he approached the pedestal.Unlike the previous scrying pool, which had been a functional marble bowl sitting on a simple stone pedestal, this one was beautiful. The pedestal was made of a dark gray rock, carved into gentle. By father I mean that he laid down the law teaching me right from wrong and all that stuff. By mom I mean that he took me to the mall and spent all day shopping for clothes with me and doing other things that a young girl would typically do with her mom. By mother I mean that he taught me right from wrong like a father, but he also helped me when I started getting my period and things like that that a mother would normally do for her daughter. My dad was everything to me. It came at great.