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I will, Sylvie replied, wide-eyed. That ... sounds ... nuts. She couldn't imagine having to fulfill a challenge or task to join a pack; she would've never been a Brecheliant member if that'd been the case!

She nodded, her expression sympathetic as 'Dwen explained how she'd hurt herself. You had Daddy look at that, right? she asked. And on the topic of Eljay, she answered: And, no, no hot gossip—he just gave me a general run-down of things—about our grandparents, all the aunts and uncles, you know. The kind of stuff that wouldn't interest Ceridwen.

An old hag with interesting family stories? I'm down, she said with a laugh, although the thought of meeting a hag made her quite nervous. But she knew she'd be fine as long as she was with her sister. Where was she when you last saw her?