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His cousin showed up, silent as ever; in some ways, a more respectful version of him in her appearances. Silent, but in her case with more respect for personal space. Caelum looked in anticipation at his aunt as she told about the fire in the sky, which was exactly what he had asked about. He hoped that it would show itself, because it fascinated him endlessly.

Then his aunt asked if they wanted to hear a story about it -- the storm, the lightning -- and Caelum nodded eagerly to show a rare bout of enthusiasm for this prospect.