Out father, who art in Hell
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She couldn't hide her feelings, but neither could he, really. They both had expressive eyes, and a message seemed to pass between the two that had nothing to do with familial ties. Did his hands linger a moment too long? Maybe. But it was just them. Myrddin brushed his leg as he passed his father to look better at his cousins. "Wow, you two are getting big! Did I grow this quickly, poppa?"

Tal laughed as he looked down at his son. At nearly six months old, the boy had in fact grown into his adult size, though he was still a bit gangly. Myr smiled at his younger cousins, his tail wagging excitedly. "Yeah, Myr, you did grow that quick. It's how life works. Soon you'll be out on your own, with a litter of your own to take care of." He winked playfully at Gemma, his tail wagging faster as Myr made a face at him.

Tal returned his gaze to his sister. "So...what did you come here for, other than the scintillating company?"

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