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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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"I dunno. I usually like nutmeg rice okay, I guess." He contemplates this for another tick, then adds, "Usually I like iced planets a lot."
"Iced planets are pretty good."
"Yeah."
He does not sound as enthusiastic as he usually would about iced planets.
He does not sound as enthusiastic as he usually would about iced planets.
Aurin squeezes him and then puts him down.
Mial hugs Aurin, and yawns, and emerges slightly more from his blanket.
"Let's go see if there's gonna be food soon," he says. It feels like having more feet will decrease the effort involved, so he becomes a fluffy silver snow leopard. Plop, onto the floor. Plod plod plod.
"Let's go see if there's gonna be food soon," he says. It feels like having more feet will decrease the effort involved, so he becomes a fluffy silver snow leopard. Plop, onto the floor. Plod plod plod.
(Aurin pets him. Soft!) And goes with him to the kitchen.
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Kitty Mial is very soft. And pettable.
Koridaar turns out to have just started making lunch. Neither iced planets nor nutmeg rice feature on the visible menu.
Koridaar turns out to have just started making lunch. Neither iced planets nor nutmeg rice feature on the visible menu.
"What's for lunch?" asks Aurin.
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"Bean soup. Hello, Mial."
"Hi, Mom."
She doesn't ask if he's feeling better. He's obviously feeling less like a lump, or he'd still be in his room, pretending to sleep for another week solid; but he's obviously not feeling up to his usual non-lump standard, or he wouldn't be so droopy. And would probably have challenged somebody to a board game by now.
"Hi, Mom."
She doesn't ask if he's feeling better. He's obviously feeling less like a lump, or he'd still be in his room, pretending to sleep for another week solid; but he's obviously not feeling up to his usual non-lump standard, or he wouldn't be so droopy. And would probably have challenged somebody to a board game by now.
Aurin keeps petting Mial the kitty. Soft soft soft soft. "Is there dessert?"
"Dessert!" calls Aurin loudly.
"DESSERT," echoes Finnah from upstairs.
"DESSERT," echoes Finnah from upstairs.
"Rhubarb tarts," says Aurin authoritatively.
"CHOCOLATE," hollers Finnah.
"CHOCOLATE," hollers Finnah.
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"Rhubarb tarts are more Avar's department than mine. If you want some, you can go ask him," says Koridaar.
"Hey, Uncle Avar, where are you," says Aurin, wandering off.
"Hi can there be rhubarb tarts for dessert Uncle Avar please?"
Yaaaay!
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Laughing, Avar proceeds to the kitchen to make rhubarb tarts. He and Koridaar stay out of each other's way and help each other with their respective tasks as needed.
Aurin waits, petting Mial. Eventually Finnah comes downstairs and perches on top of the cold cabinet and watches cooking happen.
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"We still have some chocolate ice cream, Finnah, if you'd find that satisfactory," says Koridaar.
"Yes, that will be good," says Finnah.