Ankyra Sound Mont Blanc Radiance

val liked dwin's take about herself. it was refreshing, and it was new. he wondered if he had been placed in some other home, some other upbringing -- would he still be himself? would he still be val as he knew himself?

he did not possess the confidence of self that dwin did to feel so sure.

val thought of his own mothers when dwin spoke of her family and how well they could weave stories between the two of them. he realized he had taken erzulie's gift of lore for granted. and while he had never taken his memory for granted, he realized he had not given rosalyn enough sympathy for her own fading mind. this jostled his heart in a way he wasn't prepared ofr, and suddenly a melancholy took him.

he looked up at dwin as if he'd been somewhere else momentarily. i have lots of siblings. this was provided she meant in the unbiological sense. some have stayed, many have gone -- my mothers were quite good at extending their family line. he grinned, gently trying to direct the topic away from something gristly and unpleasant. of course, i'm the best of the lot of them if you couldn't tell.