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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 mean, I made my own scoot, but I'm widely known to have too much time on my hands," laughs Mial. "You'll be fine. If anybody gives you trouble, just beat 'em in a couple of races and see if they start whistling a different tune. Worked for me."
"I'm looking forward to a turn through the course up in Arkaan more than anything. Those tunnels!"
"Those tunnels are pretty great," he agrees. "Closest I've ever come to a wipeout, but I still love 'em."
"Do you know if there's a way to get access to the course between races for practice?"
"Yep," he says cheerfully. "I actually know the owner already, from doing exactly that, I could get you in no problem."
"That'd be great. I'm sure to get tripped up if I try to race there never having seen the place before."
"I'd be happy to take you there!" he assures her. "When do you wanna go?"
"Lunen work for you?"
"Sure! I'll arrange it with the owner, you just show up. Oh, but do you know how to get to the course?"
"I know where it is," she assures him. "I can probably be there by just after lunchtime."
"All right! I'll see you then."
And just after lunchtime she scoots in to the site.
There is Mial, with his silver-and-brown custom scoot - he has maintained his colour scheme. He waves.
Hers is red and yellow. She lands and hops out. "Hi! Did I keep you waiting?"
"A couple degrees," he shrugs. "No big deal. Hi yourself!"
"So where's the owner?"
"Oh, I've been doing this long enough he doesn't bother coming out to watch," he shrugs. "Even if I brought company, apparently. I'll be in trouble if you collapse a tunnel or something. Don't collapse any tunnels."
"I won't collapse any tunnels," she laughs. "How long are we allowed to stay?"
"Four angles."
"That's probably enough for a couple runs through even though I don't know the course. Awesome." She hops back into her scoot.
And Mial hops into his.
Off he goes through the course!
Off he goes through the course!
Amidaar takes it slow the first time, learning the twists and turns. The second time through she speeds way up.
Mial keeps a comfortable distance ahead of her on the first time through.
On the second time through, he still keeps ahead, but not nearly so easily.
On the second time through, he still keeps ahead, but not nearly so easily.
"Think we have time for another?" she asks, after the second.
Mial checks the time.
"Yeah, nobody's going to complain if we're a couple degrees overtime, and if you fly like that again we won't be." (He grins at her.)
"Yeah, nobody's going to complain if we're a couple degrees overtime, and if you fly like that again we won't be." (He grins at her.)