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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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"Can I hug you now," says Mial.
"Yeah. Okay."
Hug.
Sniffle. Hug.
Hug hug hug.
"'re you calm enough to teleport or do we have to go all the way back."
He considers this question seriously for a few seconds, then says, "Yeah, I can," and gets up and holds her hand and teleports them home.
Finnah picks up her crumpled letter and looks at it and then drops it on the floor again.
Mial hugs her. "Do you want to go talk to Mom and Dad now? I think Mom's working but Dad's probably around here somewhere..."
Nod, nod.
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Mial commences the search for Dad.
There he is!
"Dad you have to tell Finnah she's," he uses the Draconic word again, "family! Her mom wants her back but she doesn't wanna go but she thought you'd get tired of her but you won't, right, you can't, because it's Finnah!"
Avar puts down his book.
"That's a very good word for it," he says, "now that you put it like that." He regards Finnah with a serious expression. "You are absolutely welcome here, Finnah, for as long as you want to stay. I promise it. It's your home as much as it is Mial's."
There he is!
"Dad you have to tell Finnah she's," he uses the Draconic word again, "family! Her mom wants her back but she doesn't wanna go but she thought you'd get tired of her but you won't, right, you can't, because it's Finnah!"
Avar puts down his book.
"That's a very good word for it," he says, "now that you put it like that." He regards Finnah with a serious expression. "You are absolutely welcome here, Finnah, for as long as you want to stay. I promise it. It's your home as much as it is Mial's."
Finnah sniffs and gulps and hugs Avar's leg.
Hug.
"I don't wanna go back to her anymore."
"I don't wanna go back to her anymore."
Nod, nod.
Now she's crying again. On Avar.
Yep.
Snuggle.
Snuggle.
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Snuggle.
Eventually: "Do you want to write your mother back, or do you want Koridaar to talk to her for you?"
Eventually: "Do you want to write your mother back, or do you want Koridaar to talk to her for you?"
"I don't want to ever ever talk to her ever again at all ever."
Hug. Sniff.