01-30-2009, 02:15 PM
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  Four children. Aurèle saw them, bundled up in their mother’s contraption, and studied each of them carefully. She could only catch glimpses, but it told her enough. She was curious, now, as to whom the father was. These, of course, were questions she could ask. For now, formality. “I can see that,” she offered, and smiled faintly. “I suppose that makes me an aunt now. I hope you don’t plan on telling them stories about your mean older sister, Tayui.” Not that she had changed that much, of course. If anything, now she was worse; now she knew how to manipulate people. “So would you rather we have a picnic out here? This muddy slush is just wonderful for it,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. |