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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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Finnah spends a while sitting on his bed shoving him. "Mial. Miaaaaal."
Sitting on his bed shoving him and calling his name are ineffective at getting him to do anything.
"She's just some jerk dragon. Come on."
Sniffle. A nonzero response, at least, even if it's hard to tell whether it's positive or negative.
"She's just some entitled jerk dragon! Why do you care what she thinks?"
Slightly less tiny sniffle.
"She was scared of me," he mumbles.
"She was scared of me," he mumbles.
"She's stupid. Come on."
"I was scared of her," he adds unhappily.
"Why?"
"Cause - cause she was a dragon and I'm a shren and what if she was awful about it - but then she was scared. And I really wanted to yell at her but she was scared."
"Because she's stupid."
"I'm stupid," he mutters. "I shouldn't've been scared of her. I shouldn't've said I was a shren."
Pat pat pat.
He un-lumps enough to hug her briefly.
"Thanks, Finnah." Sniffle.
"Thanks, Finnah." Sniffle.
"You're welcome. Are you going to come out of your room now?"
"Maybe. I'll think about it."
"You have to come to my flag dance performance next week at least. We're opening for the gymnastics show."
"I'll try."
"If you don't come Koridaar or Avar will stay home with you and then they won't come see either."
"Well - well maybe I'll tell them not to."
"Or you could just come. Instead of trying to argue about whether you're old enough to be home alone."
"I'll probably just sit in the back and cry and everyone will stare at me and it'll ruin your show," he mutters.
"Well, so come and then don't do that," says Finnah.
"What if I can't not do that."
"Can't you? Is this even about the stupid dragon?"