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"Three? Wow, you see - I told you - now I can add to my list meeting a black beast-hound from Hell, who had three moms!" Dwin would have even more to tell the next person she met. "What are they like? I have only one, but she is the best mom in the world. She was a traveller herself, when she was young. And she spun stories and poems with my aunt. She knows a lot of stories and is fun to have around," she was very happy, when she retold this, but at the very end her expression fell, as if she had realized, how far away Maia really was and how at the end of this encounter and this day she would be all alone again. That was even more heartbreaking than musing, whether being adopted meant that she was not a real Blackthorn, but just an imaginary one. 

"Yeah... never mind," she quickly looked away and brushed away, what seemed to be tears welling up in her  eyes. "So - what are your moms like - tell me?" she repeated the question, though some of the previous steam was missing.