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The boy seemed pleased enough, fixing Rue with his intent gaze. His eyes were at that ephemeral stage of shifting, the blue of his irises flecked and broken by the conquering gold.

Rue blinked as he expelled a swear word in a very Turret's-like fashion. He was certainly Towhee's grandchild.

Before she figured out how to respond, he spoke again, this time with a question more easily answered.

"Well.. I'm Auntie Rue." It was the first time she had introduced herself with her unofficial title, and she rather liked the sound of it. "I live with Towhee, Sphyra, Tierra, and Caracal. Have you met them?" Killdeer's aunts and uncle young compatriots were older and larger, but surely the children had been allowed to mingle at this point.