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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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"It was happened even before and that's why I didn't and now it's even more happened."
"Well, you can make it less happened."
"Yeah, but," he makes a slow vague gesture intended to indicate his general apathy towards this notion.
"Mial the thing is making you be boring you can't want to be boring you're Mial."
...he grins a little at that.
"You're a wizard," she adds. "Is there a spell about being sad for no reason?"
"I don't think so! I haven't heard about one."
"Well, did you ask Koridaar?"
"No..." He eyes the door to his room, as though trudging out to look for his mother is a daunting task.
"Are you going to?"
"I should. I guess. I kind of wanna have a nap instead."
"Mial."
"I know," he says, "but it's so hard to do things."
"Do I have to ask her for you? After I gave you a caramel? Do I have to do everything?"
"I'm sorry," Mial says sadly. "...I'll have a nap and then I'll go ask her?"
"You'd better do it actually."
"I will. Probably."
"Actually. You can do it right now or you can promise."
"...I promise," he says reluctantly.
"Okay. Have a good nap," says Finnah, and she leaves him be.
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Mial has a nap.
Then, because he promised, he drags himself out of bed and lumps around the house until he locates his mother.
"What is it, love?"
"I'm sad for no reason, is there a spell or something that'll make me not?"
"I don't know of any spell that will do a thing like that," she says, scooping him up and kissing his forehead.
"Okay," he sighs. "Thanks." And he flomps his head on her shoulder.
Then, because he promised, he drags himself out of bed and lumps around the house until he locates his mother.
"What is it, love?"
"I'm sad for no reason, is there a spell or something that'll make me not?"
"I don't know of any spell that will do a thing like that," she says, scooping him up and kissing his forehead.
"Okay," he sighs. "Thanks." And he flomps his head on her shoulder.
Finnah checks up on him, after dinner, asking Koridaar:
"Did Mial ask you about his being sad for no reason?"
"Did Mial ask you about his being sad for no reason?"
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"Yes," she says. "As far as I know, there are no spells to solve that problem."
"Are there other things? I also tried caramel."
