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He knew of it. Taltos offered condolences and she looked at the grass at her feet, then back up at him and rolled a red shoulder. "I actually don't remember it very well." It was the honest truth. She didn't feeling anything in particular toward Junior, except a strange sort of pity. "Saena said there was something very wrong with her," she recollected aloud, then realized how that might sound and pressed her lips together, an apologetic look flickering across her face.

Changing the course of the conversation while still sticking to the topic at hand, Wildfire said, "I know about my other relatives too. The name I gave you—Attica—that's for my dad's brother. I know about Osprey and Crete. There's a lot of others too. My grandparents were, er, prolific?" Was that even the right term?

"I think dad's mentioned you before, now that you mention it," Wildfire said ponderously in the next breath, it being his actual name. "Your name's familiar." She just couldn't place it, which could be because her father hadn't spoken frequently of Lasher or because her memory could be faulty sometimes. They were equally likely and it was possible it was a little bit of both. In any case, she hoped Taltos Lasher did not take offense.