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Arlen Kallem has recently come into possession of a boat. Well, actually he's recently come into possession of a few things, given his mother just died. But most relevantly, he has a boat. And a friend, with whom he can boat. These facts are relevant.
Harin has no objections to boating; he's still in shock, as far as Arlen can tell, which is pretty unreasonable, considering it's been like a week since his dad died, and the guy was a complete asshole. But it does make him conveniently portable and boat-able. Arlen is the skipper and Harin is the something. They are the perfect team.
Even the most perfect team can make dumb mistakes, though. Like drifting farther out to sea than intended. Or not noticing a hurricane brewing. Or being swept across the ocean until they smash onto the far shore. That sort of thing.
Ari, sprawled on the beach, has a pillow; the pillow is a large chunk of rock protruding from the sand. It's such a lovely pillow. Very comfortable. He's going to sleep now. Harin has similar opinions on the subject.
Harin sighs. "It's not like they snapped in half, Ari. It's probably just a little crack. Also, people generally don't like broken bones."
"I'm not unwrapping my broken legs so you can poke them. They're almost done healing enough that I can walk on them again. Another three days or so."
Arlen hugs Nior again. "I like you better. You're the better twin. Harin can get Miraen."
"The spare Kyres, that's me," he snorts. "Anyway, what were you doing that ended up getting you shipwrecked on the coast of Elannwy?"
"He inherited a little sailboat when his mum died; we went sailing. There was a storm."
"Don't let him fool you into thinking he's the responsible twin," Nior advises. "Shall I tell them how you broke your legs, Miraen?"
"I'm sorry, I'm still confused at the idea of a 'responsible twin'. Does one of you turn into him by the light of the new moon? Are you secretly triplets, hiding him in the attic?"
"Nior and I have very different risk management strategies. Mine at least involves trying to avoid breaking my legs."
"Both very reasonable points of view. Personally I also dislike broken legs."