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"Do so!" Dwin encouraged Sylvie. "And if you need any help in polishing the facts and making them a tad bit more interesting - give me a call. I am pretty good at adding some colour to the tale," she added, thinking about the plethora of imaginary Blackthorn family members from a time long gone. She had referenced to them at times, when she needed to teach kids a moral lesson. Dwin was not very convinced that she had been very effective at that, because the audience seemed more taken by the story itself and did not pay much mind to the conclusion. 

"I know exactly, how they must have felt. There have been more days than I can count, when I have wanted to climb trees or throw myself off the ledge of the lake," Dwin sighed. However, now things had become easier. Maybe because children were older and more independent. Or she had simply got used to the way of life. What she did not say out loud was the hope that Maia would not decide on having another litter next year. She loved her mom dearly, would do anything for her, but... kids were a decision not an accident or something completely inevitable. 

"Well, just because they can remember their names, does not necessarily mean that they remember them all by faces," Dwin pointed out. "Unless they stand out spectacularly, toddlers look pretty much like one another. So the Joe Blackthorn named at birth may not be the same person running around later," she said.