Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
"If they haven't shown in another few weeks I shall send another emissary to communicate that it's more urgent than they realize. For what it's worth, I wouldn't expect it to be a long time unless, for example, they can take all the extra babies and are debating whether to let us try to pull that off."
"It wouldn't be a unanimous vote in favor, at least, if they have the power to pull all the babies from your realm here. They might worry about everyone here working ourselves to the point of misery to save more children than we really have the capacity to - which they'd be right to worry about, we would do that, but we'd be doing that because it was worth it to us -"
"I mean, you wouldn't have to wait long for some babies to be grown up enough to be able to help. Nobody on my planet would mind if you didn't send them all back."
"They might also worry about population. Right now our birthrate is just below two - ah, places where babies are born track birthrates. For every existing person, in expectation they will have slightly less than one new person. My parents are overachievers. If the birthrate is below two, then even without anyone dying eventually the population will stop growing. Importing babies who we can grow up so we have enough to help us with millions of babies more will freak the Valar out. They might let us do it but they might not."
"All right then. I'm not in a tearing hurry, I want to at least finish you this scribe."
"My father has seven sons. You have met me and Tyelcormo and Curufinwë; Macalaurë is the one who you ought to hear sing, and who will be induced to sing for you the minute he hears that you were impressed by my singing; Carnistir's around here somewhere and I could go drag him out and ask him to be sociable but otherwise he won't be bothered to; and the twins are still children."
"Which means they're, what, twice my age? And then some because the years are different? What about your other parent, you do have two, right? ...what's a twin?"
"Ambarussa are around thirty, yes. Twins are two people who are born to the same parent at the same time and look the same. At least, my brothers look the same, not all twins do. My mother would be reluctant to be dragged away from this world, though she might come if she did not trust me to look after everybody."
"...That sounds really crowded," Kib remarks. "Twice as crowded as one at a time, even. You're the designated looker-afterer?"