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The boy-not-yet-a-man smiled. His fluffy tail picked up a happy pace as he felt his sister’s soft voice truly wash over him for the first time. Kingii. He knew not what it meant, but the acceptance he felt from a single word spoke volumes.

I am glad, too, he said, his words strained as he held back his emotions. (Though they were quite different emotions from what Vairë was experiencing.) Fjall struggled to keep an overjoyed whine from his voice. Crying simply wouldn’t do for his sister’s first impression of him…

But it was even harder to keep his boyish affection in check. Before he realized what he was doing, Fjall had lurched forward to embrace Vairë, aiming to throw his head over her otter-skinned shoulder in a firm and lasting (if not awkward) hug.