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"Isn't this a perfectly nice dress?" Kiri asks petulantly, looking down at her coral red hem. "And I didn't even fall outside, only inside where the floors were pretty clean."

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"It's a nice dress, but not for a palace dinner," says Renny. "And I'm not going to be accompanying you on trips here forever so you might as well start working on developing an eye for it now."

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"Teach Aleko," suggests Kiri. "He cares at all ever about clothes. And then I can bring him."

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"It is a perfectly nice dress," says the prince. "It's just not court."

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"Do you want to come give opinions on my new wardrobe? I have got so sick of looking at dresses and dresses and dresses. I don't even wear dresses when I'm picking, they make me fall more than usual."

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"Sure!" he says cheerfully. "I'd love to."

He would. He likes clothes. Clothes are fun. The patterns of fashion make sense to him in obvious ways, and they're usually pretty to boot.
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And so they all troop up to the suite that belongs to the new Ardelay prime, and Kiri shows him what Renny bought for her to wear around the castle. "Dresses and dresses and dresses. And accessories. It's all stupidly expensive but at least we can use Ardelay money for it because that's important enough to do that, apparently."

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The prince shrugs. "Clothes are - a thing. People pay attention."

He will be changing out of his torn shirt before dinner, or hearing about it from his father. (It's only a fleeting thought before he focuses his attention on evaluating Kiri's wardrobe for prettiness and suitability to various functions.)
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(Kiri winces, not such that her mother will see.)

When he settles on an opinion on whatever dress will be good for dinner this evening, she grabs it.
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"Speaking of clothes," he says, tugging at his torn hem, "I better go change too. See you!"

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"See you!" agrees Kiri.

She puts on the dress (it's pale frothy orange lace; she thinks Renny may have leaned too hard on sweela colors) and some hairclips and a bracelet. Her blessings stay where she always wears them.

"I'm just going to outgrow everything in this closet," she tells Renny.
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"You aren't supposed to wear things too many times anyway," says Renny, who has already changed for dinner (white and lavender; only one of those is her own element's color). "So it doesn't matter much. I know it's silly, but you can give the clothes away after you're too big for them if you like."

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Kiri sighs, and they go to the dining room.

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The prince is there. He has changed his circlet for a slightly shinier circlet, and his tunic for an undamaged version, and put on rings that show his blessings - surprise and luck on the first two fingers of his right hand, imagination on the thumb.

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Kiri contrives to sit next to him. Renny puts a napkin on the seat on her other side, and takes the next chair, and in this way Kiri only has to sort of lean awkwardly in order to not read anyone's mind except for His Highness's.

"Hi," she says. She peers at his blessings. "Very coru. Are you? Coru?"
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"I am very coru," he says, grinning. "So's my mom, which isn't a secret but it might as well be, almost everybody guesses elay." He nods up the table to the woman sitting on his father's right, wearing beauty, contentment, and health on a gold necklace. There is a strong family resemblance between mother and son. The other queen, sitting on the king's left, is wearing her blessings on a bracelet that isn't visible in such detail.

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"I'm the most sweela sweela who ever sweelaed," Kiri says. "Well, that's what Aleko says. And I guess you already knew that since I'm the Ardelay prime. Aleko's torz and our little brother Jayce is elay like Renny, though not as obvious. And our father's hunti but people guess torz sometimes."

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"To guess my mom right you have to know her either really well or not at all," he says. "She acts elay." (Flighty, oblivious, never quite connected to the world around her. Of the virtues of that element, she displays none that he's ever seen, except the one she's wearing. Beauty, yeah, she's got plenty of that. He hopes he grows up that pretty.)

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"Where does she hide her coru, then?"

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"She's really..." He can't remember the nice word he is meant to use for it; the quality that actually describes his mother is passive. She floats through her life without making a single decision she can possibly avoid.

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"Huh. Sometimes," she says, "I think if I had to be something besides sweela I'd be coru. But other times I think hunti, I don't know. I'm very sweela so it's a weird question."

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"If I wasn't coru I'd be sweela," he says. "Maybe elay. Definitely not hunti." (And not just because it's his father's element.) "I don't know about torz, I'm not really it but I'm not really not it either."

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"I'm really really not torz. I love my twin but we are not the same person at all."

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"I wonder what my brother's gonna grow up to be," he muses.

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"People say it runs in families. But there's five people in my family and we've got two of just one thing and none of just one thing."

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