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It didn't sound like mazoi stuff to Kiyya. It sounded like the same old family stuff, which was immediately less interesting to him. He listened because he was present, not because he wanted to know the details; but as Safiya went on and on, he found inside himself a childish empathy and soon, he was listening, and he was trying to be a brother about it.

Mazoi ain't nice, he points out, his tail wagging a little as he mentions his favorite thing in the world (second favorite actually, his most-favorite-thing-ever being his parents). They're big and scary and serious! Y'know? They wake up so early, they gotta be grumpy all the time. His tail was wagging even more. Although he sounded as if he were speaking ill of the profession Kiyya was actually adoring of the warriors; he thought they were so big and strong and tough, and he wanted to be like that one day (but instead he was just big, and for not-strong reasons).

Maybe you're too nice? Tiye would make a good mazoi, I bet. She's always playin' rough and talkin' big. His eyes went glassy as he stared off in to space, imagining both sisters as adults standing at-attention.