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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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She grins, and she's off again. Zoom!
Zoom!
"Thanks for showing me around," Amidaar says, when they've just about tied (she fell behind in the tunnels, but caught up at the cliffs). "It was really nice of you."
"Hey, no problem," he says cheerfully. "It was nice flying with you!"
"See you around!"
And she closes up her capsule and it flies away.
And she closes up her capsule and it flies away.
And Mial goes home.
And flops onto the couch.
And flops onto the couch.
Finnah comes home later from her grocery trip. "Hey you."
"I have discovered," says Mial, "a girl."
Finnah laughs. "Oh? Do tell."
"Her name's Amidaar and she's fifteen and she just got into the grownup league with me and I took her to the Arkaan course for a practice flight and she's really good and she's fifteen," he says. "I'm probably too young for her now and I'm only going to get more so."
"Ugh, tell me about it," says Finnah. "I'm seriously considering only dating elves till I'm a hundred and eighty. It'll still get weird but not so fast."
"She flies so good though," he sighs.
"Awwww," coos Finnah.
Mial giggles softly. Then sighs again.
"I hope you don't turn into a lump over having crushes. It's always really depressing when you do that. For obvious reasons."
"It's depressing to me, too, believe me," he snorts. "I don't know. I don't feel lumpy exactly. I definitely want to continue leaving the house so I can race Amidaar, for example."
"Do you want to beat her?" wonders Finnah.
"Well, yeah. I haven't gone totally crazy." He grins.
Finnah giggles.
Mial giggles back.
Two days later is an Aurin visit.
"Hi, Aurin," says Mial. "It finally happened: I like a girl."
"Just the one?" says Aurin.
"So far. Her name's Amidaar, she's a racer, she's human, she's fifteen, I have no chance."
"How do you know?" asks Aurin.