Emberwood you're a dime, plus ninety-nine

knowing that they'd grown up in a healthy environment warmed bhediya's heart. she'd never doubted that grayday would do right by them, but it hadn't occured to her that they might find a second family in morningside. there was no room in that bond for her to fit, but she didn't mind. new beginnings and all of that. a term of endearment, she sighed, little sister.

pihu came to mind then. my sister, pihu, she can probably teach you a little. only if you want. bhediya didn't want to give the impression of disinterest, so she added on, i can, too, but i'm not as fluent as she is. years near the coast had left her with a mishmash of an accent that made communicating in her natal tongue somewhat difficult. not impossible, but certainly not ideal.

the question of their shared heritage brought bhediya into a moment of deep thought. my parents were a normal size. both of them had small mothers but large, hefty fathers. they were domestic women with no reason to have bred into their bloodline. she wondered how far back the intermingling went. pihu is almost as big as you, but i wasn't so fortunate. the children born of their parents certainly had a strange mix of characteristics.

the colors in your coat, they're common where we come from. chitrit mahilaen, it's called. bhediya envied the patterns in her daughter's coat. the mottled shades of grey, the canvas of black, it was a beautiful combination that she often wished she'd been given.