The twins' father is a hunti fellow who makes an odd match for his elay wife and an odder one for her overwhelmingly sweela family. He comes home from his excursion to bless his twins with flexibility, imagination, and contentment for his son in his left pocket. In his right pocket are two sweela virtues, intelligence and clarity - that's a clue as to her alignment, if not a guarantee - and power.
Not every prime is graced with that particular hunti blessing in their first batch, but it's certainly suggestive.
Kiribel is possibly the most obviously sweela child of all time. She reads, she holds intensely strong opinions and defends them with more firey passion than wooden stubbornness, she seems to entirely inhabit her own mind to the point of forgetting that she's in the middle of trying to walk. Her twin is less obvious, but by the time they're seven people are guessing he's torz, and he doesn't dispute it. Their little brother is elay like their mother.
It's Kiri people pay covert attention to, because when the old prime dies, the new one is called up. The prime makes plans to start teaching her things, maybe bringing her to court, when the girl is ten.
The prime dies when Kiri is eight.
It's the middle of the night when it happens, and Kiri wakes up thinking the brightness filtering through her eyes is sunshine. It is not; she has set her bed on fire.
The accidental arson doesn't take particularly long to get under control. It's the other, less obvious power of the Ardelays that gives Kiri real trouble.
If the previous prime had the gift of mind-reading, she never saw fit to mention it to anyone. Kiri tells everybody, and screams at her parents and her brothers not to get too close to her, and weeps, inconsolable, in her replaced bed. There is a range limit. She can have company. But if someone gets within a few feet of her -
"I can feel it," she explains to Aleko, her twin, who is a safe distance across the room. "It's in your - warmness. Just stay about that far away and it won't happen."
"You can try it," she says dubiously to Jayce, their little brother, when he suggests wearing a lot of coats and mittens to obscure the warmness. That he does this in the hottest part of Quinnahunti demonstrates his dedication to hugging his sister.
But it doesn't help unless his face is covered up too, to the point where he can't breathe, so that doesn't work.
Kiri does without brotherly hugs for a month until Jayce has another idea without such suffocating pitfalls, and then she waits until Jayce is asleep, and climbs in with him, where she'll pick up nothing but fragments of dreams and only until she nods off herself. (Aleko sleeps lightly, and will surely wake up if someone joins him after he's managed to fall asleep; and Kiri talks at night; but if she sleeps first and he wears earplugs they can arrange things that way and only have Aleko sneaking back to his own bed at three in the morning half the time.)
She imagines this will work until she is at least twelve, but has no idea what she will do once it's weird for her to snuggle up to her sleeping brothers.
By this time there has been a fair amount of rumbling from various political interests that the new prime, eight years old or not, should be meeting various people, ranging from the king and queens and princes to the other primes, and Kiri is all for it. As a sort of concession to her age there is no objection that her brothers and parents accompany her to the Ardelay property in Chialto that she has inherited. They can't hug her - not without letting slip any secret that may cross their minds, and not without her nearing nausea from guilt; if Great-Aunt Ardelay did this casual invasion of everyone she met then Kiri is glad she's dead - but they can support her, with enough space between them.
Renny, her mother, has the most experience of anyone in the immediate family with politics, even if she couldn't stand the stuff and ran off with a man of no significant family at her earliest convenience. She's the one who goes shopping for Kiri's pretty new dress in sweela coral-red and other wardrobe items suitable for a newly visible prime. (Kiri dreads trying to navigate a crowd and doesn't care what she wears anyway.) She's the one who goes with Kiri to the palace. She stays five feet back as they walk in.
The king has already been immunized against the various powers of primes, so there's that.
"Alser is nice. Very very somebody's-grandpa-kind-of-torz. Jerist wasn't paying attention to anything going on but I don't know if that's his personality or him being really old. I don't think Nerine and Valdin like each other but they both seem to like me fine."
Hug. "I didn't get a lot of details - I was asking Jerist about his because that one sort of worries me but he wasn't listening and then everybody wanted to do the thing. But I think I was right that Dochenzas can be empaths, but I'm not that worried anymore because Jerist obviously couldn't care less. Nerine was thinking something about knowing how everyone's related to everyone else. I was going to ask Valdin but then we did the thing."
"Well, it's not like Great-Aunt Elytte gave me lessons. I'm not even sure if she could read minds. Nerine said she thought she could tell when people were telling lies, but that's so much less than actual mindreading. If I start putting things in people's minds what if I do it wrong?"
"It could be terrible. I could accidentally put it in too hard or something. Or take something out and then you'd never be able to remember it. Or break something. Or maybe it's just not a good idea to have other people's memories in your head. I don't know."
"Yeah. I don't think I'll try it. Maybe ever, definitely not to anybody I like and probably not even to people I didn't like if there was anything else to do."
"You're funny." She tilts her head. "Are you related to Nerine? I thought I caught something about that but it wasn't clear and then she wasn't thinking about it anymore."
"Anyway. If you tell me - or think at me I guess - what you think of all the clothes I can write it down and tell Aleko."
She shows him what she's got, and pulls a notebook from her luggage, and sits with pencil poised.
The prince examines all her available clothes, and produces detailed opinions, some of which he even says out loud. He knows which things are good to wear at official events, and which are just okay, and which will make people look at her funny; he knows which events a particular thing might be better or worse for, and which things are better or worse for Kiri. And he usually, although not always, knows why.