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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.
"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?"
"It was perfectly reasonable to try to climb that hill, I just slipped is all."
"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."
"I avoid breaking my legs! If I wanted broken legs, I know where to get some."
"Both very reasonable points of view. Personally I also dislike broken legs."
"Is the place you can go to get your legs broken me? Because that would be a lot of fun. Please update your list of leg-breaking options."
He sprawls onto Nior more comfortably. (For himself. Nior's comfort level is unknown.)
"Nior has made a friend. Are you nervous? I'm nervous," says Miraen to Harin, only mostly joking.
"Really, Arlen's already shipwrecked me in a forgotten kingdom, so I'm not sure how he could possibly top that, with or without your brother's help. You, on the other hand, are right to fear."
"Well, as with broken bones, you know where to go for it if you feel the need. Specifically Arlen, apparently in both cases."
"I wonder if there's some way to turn Harin into a steed of some kind for tiny people with broken legs," muses Ari. "Some sort of special back-harness. Or a little chair. His tallness should be used for good, is what I'm saying."
"If I'm going to be carried around I'd rather it be by someone a little less tall, so I stand less chance of breaking yet more bones if I fall off," says Miraen. "No offense, Harin."