Redhawk Caldera friends break up, friends get married

Dwin sensed that Sylvie had got more comfortable with her company over the course of their conversation. The moment her older sister mentioned having genuine interest in something she gained some bonus points in Dwin's book of people. Because this proved that, while Sylvie still needed a couple more vertebrae to have a spine, she had a personality that was independent of, what others wanted to see in her. "Well, with dad getting on in years and mom not getting any younger either - I think that having a young brain memorizing the family history to pass on to the next generations would be great," she suggested. "I myself am not good with facts. Coming up with things is easier," she chuckled and hoped that this comment would give Sylvie that little encouraging nudge to engage in this path. 

"There are people like that?" Dwin arched her eyebrows, wondering, whether their relatives really were producing kids just to hit a record or for the sake of populating the Earth with as many Blackthorns as possible. This also meant that the marriage market for her and her siblings was shrinking with every new cousin that was brought in the world. "Did they manage well? That many kids? I mean, having just six to herd around this summer was more than I could take and therefore I am forever cured of a desire to have any of my own. But - doing that willingly? Again and again? They must be crazy," she said this more to herself than to Sylvie. "How do they remember all of their names?" she asked, because 20 kids in her mind was the equivalent of millions of years in Earth's history. You understand that the number is big, but you cannot grasp, what it means.