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The lady spoke his father’s name, and his ebony tail wagged with the instant recognition of the man that was the young child’s hero. Sometimes the man told frightening stories that made the boy’s belly tickle with chill, but there was no other idol that could match the rank his father held in Pandemic’s mind. In a child’s world, its parents were gods. A nod followed soon after, and the youngling’s black lips retrieved a smile of impulse. He was Larkspur’s son, yes! Did she not see how big and strong he was?
Next flow of words were slightly difficult to interpret, but it was not too much for him not to understand. A grandmamma then. He had not known this! Eagerness rushed into his body in an instant, but found itself battling shyness and a solid dose of suspicion. How could his father’s mother appear inside here without his daddy mentioning this first? He had thought Misery was a word. Perhaps it was her name that had been mentioned instead. It was slightly confusing, but the world was a chaotic place for a young, inexperienced soul. Being his daddy’s momma, she had to know his name too?
”Da’s never mentioned you..” the boy commented, his smile quickly withering.
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