Teacher

I never knew my father.  Though my dam was my Light, Ol' Rathbone was my Sound.  He taught me so much, my head swam nightly in lessons.  Unable to sleep, my mouth ran until I was hoarse.  And my dam listened to all I could get out before falling asleep.  Though forbidden by my dam to instruct me in magic, the thaumaturgic sciences were not off the table.