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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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That will get his leg bitten a little bit. Nom.
Squaaaaawk!
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"What is it, little menace—? Ah," says Koridaar, observing the little-bit-bitten leg.
Nom nom. She does not seem inclined to let go. Nom. It's a snuggly sort of biting, though.
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"Moop," complains the silver baby. He attempts to detach his new friend from his leg. Koridaar watches in case intervention is needed.
"Rrrr," she replies. Tail-lash tail-lash.
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He gives up and flops dramatically on the floor. Koridaar relaxes a little.
Now the red baby is tired of gnawing on him. She decides to use him as a pillow instead.
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He opens one eye, then the other; he curves his neck around to look at her; he meeps contentedly and snuggles her.
Koridaar smiles.
Koridaar smiles.
Snuggly baby shrens!
Colla is very charmed when she comes back into the room with a box of books to shelve. "Aww."
Colla is very charmed when she comes back into the room with a box of books to shelve. "Aww."
"Yes. They have - a few weeks, I think, I don't know exactly -"
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"You'd know better than I would. Although I'm sure I could find out."
"I'm sorry. Probably we should try not to dwell, yet."
The red baby discovers that the silver baby has a tail. This, too, is bitten.
The red baby discovers that the silver baby has a tail. This, too, is bitten.
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The silver baby makes highly indignant sounds and climbs his mother.
His mother pets him and applies a modest amount of ceremonial fuss to his bitten areas, which he finds acceptably mollifying.
His mother pets him and applies a modest amount of ceremonial fuss to his bitten areas, which he finds acceptably mollifying.
The red baby decides not to attempt to summit Koridaar. She goes to see what is under the sofa instead. (The answer is dust. She sneezes.)
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Koridaar's son attempts his usual exit from his mother's arms, i.e. direct launch. Flomp. He paws at his flopped-out wings as though demanding they explain their persistent failure.
"Oh, dear..." she murmurs.
"Oh, dear..." she murmurs.
Colla sighs. She finishes shelving the books and goes to get another boxful. Her baby scampers after her, attempting to bite her shoes.
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Koridaar continues unpacking.
Her baby doesn't try flying again for a while.
Eventually, her communication crystal chimes. She answers it.
"Piro?"
"Where's my son?"
"At home, thinking."
"...Where are you?"
Koridaar glances around, and then settles on, "With my son."
Piro snorts. "Well, go tell Avar our lead dried up. The egg's father admitted to letting some shady character walk off with it, but his description of person, time, and place was too vague to get much out of."
"I'll let him know," she agrees.
"Wanted some time alone, did he? It's all right, girl. You're young yet; you can try again."
"Yes," she says neutrally. "That's true."
Piro doesn't pick up on her tone. "Take care, then. Give my best to Avar."
Koridaar spends some time frowning at her communication crystal after the call is over.
Her baby doesn't try flying again for a while.
Eventually, her communication crystal chimes. She answers it.
"Piro?"
"Where's my son?"
"At home, thinking."
"...Where are you?"
Koridaar glances around, and then settles on, "With my son."
Piro snorts. "Well, go tell Avar our lead dried up. The egg's father admitted to letting some shady character walk off with it, but his description of person, time, and place was too vague to get much out of."
"I'll let him know," she agrees.
"Wanted some time alone, did he? It's all right, girl. You're young yet; you can try again."
"Yes," she says neutrally. "That's true."
Piro doesn't pick up on her tone. "Take care, then. Give my best to Avar."
Koridaar spends some time frowning at her communication crystal after the call is over.
Colla unpacks the box of baby toys that she bought in anticipation of her baby's hatching. The red baby chases a jingly ball into the room. Pounce!
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Well. At least cute babies are still cute.
The silver baby also pounces on the jingly ball.
The silver baby also pounces on the jingly ball.
The red baby pounces on the silver baby. That's her ball. If he's gonna get between her and it he's gonna be the replacement target.
The silver baby counter-pounces!
They have been down this road before, haven't they.
They have been down this road before, haven't they.
A jingly scuffle ensues!
Also biting.
Also biting.
Biting leads to affrontedness! Affrontedness leads to... jingly scuffling, this time!