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He concentrated so hard on the shapes Spyridon formed with his lips that a heavy frown folded his brows down across his eyes, giving him a positively stormy expression. "Ohwapsayron!" he said again, faster but still incorrect. "Ohwapsayron."

But it seemed that he was still unable to say it properly. Spyridon said something unfamiliar, then gave Kevlyn an expression that the boy was able to understand. His father had made the same sort of face when teaching his pups more difficult words. Kevlyn bunched his shoulders up, ready to try again.

"OWAPSIRION," he practically shouted, the force of it causing his tense body to spring up into a little jump. Unfortunately, it was still incorrect, but closer; only after several days of repeating it would Kevlyn manage to get the pronunciation right. His gaze was hopeful, though, and silently he wished it was close enough.