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Oh, god, the kid was an idiot.

Wylla openly stared back at Heda, waiting for some indication that she was just joking around. Surely she knew the various words associated with family. It turned out, however, that Heda was quite serious. Another lick of flame up Wylla’s throat. What kind of sad education were Sequoia and Mahler giving these kids?

She knew better than to expect more of the Graf, and apparently, Sequoia was too busy gossiping and being a gigantic pain in the ass to actually teach them anything. Wylla did sigh this time, softly, sadly, because damn, this was pathetic. It didn’t matter that they didn’t have any aunts or uncles that they knew about, they should at least know this! The news about Druid’s pet snake fell entirely by the wayside, which was fortunate, because Wylla was not a fan of them and did not want to relive the day Phaedra dragged a rubber boa home and dropped it on her sleeping face.

An aunt, said Wylla, rather exasperatedly, is your mom or dad’s sibling. A great-aunt is your mom or dad’s parents’ sibling. Yeah, that was a bit convoluted. Praimfaya was my brother’s daughter. It still felt gross to say, kind of oily in the mouth. She liked Heda well enough, but the rest was hard. She did not like Praimfaya, and did not like any connection to Dragedans.