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heda listened as usual. wylla went on to explain what an ant was. not an insect, but a type of relative. the girl tried to remember if sequoia had spoken of any siblings. mahler certainly had not, but from him, the child had learned that ciri and phaedra were his daughters.
the smooth forehead wrinkled again with her thoughts. "my aunt. my mother's brother's .. mother's brother." she trailed away, gave a thump of her tail against the earth. it was all confusing, and none of it truly mattered to heda. her mother was gone. her brother was gone. these things mattered more.
"what do aunts do?" heda asked, cutting to the heart of the matter. "are you really a doctor? are you both?" she blinked solemnly at wylla. wylla her great-aunt. 
great-ant sounded better.