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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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"What, that I have no chance? Well: she's human. And fifteen," he says. "And I'm a hundred thirty-two. If I'm not too young for her now, I will be next year."
"I kissed two different sixteen-year-olds when I was a hundred and thirty five," says Aurin. "...I mean, it was during one of those party games that involves kissing, but they didn't make faces or anything."
"Well, you're you," says Mial. "I'm not you. I'm me. I don't just wanna kiss her. And even if I somehow managed to go out with her it'd last like a year or two at very most before it got super weird."
"Oh. So you'd rather just skip it?" asks Aurin, sounding like this is conceptually challenging.
"Yeah! I mean, I'm having all these feelings now, imagine the epic lump I'd be if I actually went out with a girl I liked and then she grew out of me."
"...so you're just not going to date until you're what, a hundred and sixty or something?"
"That sounds like a good plan."
"Wow," says Aurin, rather in the tone that might be expected if Mial had announced that he was going to spend the next thirty years without eating chocolate, listening to music, or beholding sunshine.
"Unless," snorts Mial, "I meet a nice dragonish in my age range."
"You could pick up girls at shren houses," muses Aurin.
"Girls at shren houses don't race scoots. Or if they do, I'm only likely to know about it if I meet them at a scoot race instead. And it hasn't happened yet."
"I wonder what shrens in shren houses do do with their time. I think I just sort of imagine them sitting around all day, being miserable."
"Maybe you should go pick up girls at shren houses and then you'll find out," Mial suggests.
"Iiiii think I'm good with the ones at school thanks."
Snort.
"But, like, if you only want to date shrens or dragons, who race scoots, and there aren't any of those in your club, you could go meet one and teach her to race scoots."
"Maybe. I dunno. It's not that I only want to date scoot racers, it's that there is this one scoot racer that I want to date because she races scoots really well, and that is the only way I know of that I start wanting to date somebody."
"Huh. I dunno what to tell you then."
He shrugs.
"I bet you wind up asking out at least one person before you're a hundred sixty," asserts Aurin.
"Yeah? What do you wanna bet?"
"Uhhhh, five aaberik?"
"Sure," snorts Mial.
"By then I'll be a hundred and ninety. I'll be almost done aging," muses Aurin. "Mom already sighs and tells me I look just like my dad, as if that wasn't obvious."
Aurin winds up owing Mial five aaberik. Mial has done a lot of pining, some of which escalated to requiring cousinly defenestration, but not asked anyone out. Meanwhile, Finnah does date; she's been through a couple of girlfriends by the time (at age 157) she starts working at a candy store.
Mial is invited to Amidaar's wedding.
Aurin winds up owing Mial five aaberik. Mial has done a lot of pining, some of which escalated to requiring cousinly defenestration, but not asked anyone out. Meanwhile, Finnah does date; she's been through a couple of girlfriends by the time (at age 157) she starts working at a candy store.
Mial is invited to Amidaar's wedding.
Mial goes to Amidaar's wedding. He wishes her and her spouse all the best.
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