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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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Second-tier classes never knew what hit them.
While Mial is home on break from school after passing his sixth tier test, Finnah gets a letter from her mother that was not prompted by a letter from Finnah.
Finnah reads it.
And then storms down the stairs with it crushed in her hand, sobbing; drops it on the floor and pushes the door open, and stalks out all by herself into the yard.
While Mial is home on break from school after passing his sixth tier test, Finnah gets a letter from her mother that was not prompted by a letter from Finnah.
Finnah reads it.
And then storms down the stairs with it crushed in her hand, sobbing; drops it on the floor and pushes the door open, and stalks out all by herself into the yard.
Mial goes out after her.
She does not make any particular effort to be easy to catch up with, but she isn't running, so he can do it.
"Finnah? What happened?"
"AAAAAAUGH," she replies.
"...Do you want a hug?"
"NO."
"...Okay."
Well, that's most of his ideas out the window. And none of them turned into birds before they hit the ground.
Well, that's most of his ideas out the window. And none of them turned into birds before they hit the ground.
Growl growl stomp stomp.
Well, Mial is just going to... wait and see if either he has a brilliant idea for how to solve this problem or Finnah asks him for something.
And Finnah has apparently decided to walk in a straight line forever.
She's going to run off the property eventually if she does that. But not for a while.
She doesn't care, anyway. Walk walk walk.
Well, once she does run off the property, Mial had definitely better stick by her. Even though the only real hazard out here is being startled by a small lizard.
"What," says Finnah when he has been following her closely for a while.
"I dunno. What yourself," says Mial. "I don't want you to get lost or something while you're stomping into the middle of nowhere."
"I'm not going to get lost. I live here," she growls.
"Not if you keep walking until you hit the ocean. Then you won't be where you live anymore. You'll be in the ocean."
"I know how to swim."
"...Are you going to run away and live on the Taavlas Isles or something?" he wonders.
"I don't know."
"If you do can I still come visit you on school breaks?"
"ARGH!"
Mial isn't sure what to do with that.
Well, Finnah is doing stomping.