family → the apple landed quite near a different tree entirely
"You are not my father-"
Later, Garion would wonder about the word on which the bubbling fountain behind Veda exploded into flames, water turned effortlessly to fire with nothing more than her rage and grief to power the transformation; he wondered who it was the most telling of. Right at that very moment, though, there was a startled shriek and he had his arms full of an adolescent sorceress expecting him to fix what she'd inadvertently done.
(- Yes, Garion, what is it? -
- I just wanted you to know, I'm really very sorry. For everything. Really. -
- You know, they do grow out of it. Eventually. -
- Thanks, Aunt Pol. -)