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Aurin holds his mother's hand as she leads him from the street to his aunt and uncle's house. He's been here only a couple of times, and can't remember most of them distinctly; they're sort of awkwardly related, his dead father's half-brother and the wife thereof. But now they have a baby parunia, and that means there is a dragon related to Aurin who is not too far from his age, only thirty-one years younger. This is apparently the sort of relation that it will be particularly enriching for Aurin to meet. They can do this now instead of waiting a month, because parunias don't die when they're babies; this one is safe, unlike the miscellaneous cousins on his mother's side he's never met because they are all in too much danger to get attached to (and have all succumbed to that danger). So here they are. Even though it was a very long flight and he couldn't ride his mother for takeoff and landing when she had to be a heron, only for the middle part.
Alys knocks on the door.
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"Well, just don't go so long without flying, again."
"Or what, you'll throw me out the window?"
"Duh."
Mial makes a tremendously grumpy face and balls up his blanket and heaves it at Aurin.
Aurin catches it and throws it back.
Well now they're just going to be flinging this blanket at each other, aren't they.
Mial actually giggles, after a few iterations.
Mial actually giggles, after a few iterations.
Yay! That is the correct status for Mial to have. Toss catch toss catch.
Mial considers himself to have won if the blanket unrolls in midair and flops all over Aurin. His success at achieving this outcome is mediocre. But whenever he manages it, he giggles again.
Aurin is not really playing to win, here, so he doesn't particularly aim at flopping the blanket on Mial.
After several flops, Mial is sufficiently cheered to go over and hug him.
Hug!
"You're okay now?"
"You're okay now?"
"I guess," he sighs.
Hug.
Hug.
Aurin is an acceptable cousin. Even though he threw Mial out a window.
Aurin is an acceptable cousin. Even though he threw Mial out a window.
Aurin thinks that he's great especially because he threw Mial out a window. There were reasons for the throwing of Mial out a window. It was not random defenestration.
Colla lays more eggs. There is a batch of two, a batch of four, a batch of three. They all die.
There is a batch of two.
One of them dies.
The other one doesn't.
Mial is so glad that the baby didn't die. When is the naming? Can he come?
No, he is not invited.
Colla asks Koridaar if they can take Finnah that day, actually. Seru's relatives, you see.
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Koridaar is very understanding about Seru's relatives. She passes on her son's congratulations and adds her own and her husband's.
"Thank you," says Colla, and she smiles and hands Finnah over. "I'll let you know when Seru's father has gone; he's staying for a while. Thank you so much."
She sends Koridaar a letter a couple of days later.
It asks just how long Koridaar might be convinced to keep Finnah.
She sends Koridaar a letter a couple of days later.
It asks just how long Koridaar might be convinced to keep Finnah.
Seru's very worried, he managed it when the babies were in all likelihood not long for the world anyway, but this one (his name is Xaran) - Seru's very worried -
Twenty years?
Twenty years?
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Koridaar inquires if Colla would like to come for a visit and talk this over. Avar can take the kids to an amusement park.
Colla acquiesces.
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Koridaar has tea and biscuits going.
"So," she says. "I'm absolutely willing to look after Finnah for as long as she needs me. I just... want to be sure you've thought through all your options, first."
"So," she says. "I'm absolutely willing to look after Finnah for as long as she needs me. I just... want to be sure you've thought through all your options, first."