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Arlyth smiled in delight at the sight of his cousins; especially to see that Alaerth was in a much better mood then before. "Alae! Alaerth," he cried happily, and shot a sidelong wink at Alae, and hugged them both, literally throwing himself at the pair. Looking up at Alaerth, the young elf asked, "What do you mean? Your aunt to escort our aunt? Do you mean Aunty Sylquis will be bringing Aunt Alliene here?" neither of the pair failed to miss the affectionate "y" Arlyth placed on "aunty" for Sylquis, nor how he left it off for Alliene, though it was more a term of respect then anything. Looking at Alae, the boy asked almost immediately, "Whats for supper, cousin?" His tone was so childlike and innocent, you could have easily replaced the word "cousin" with "mother"; for it was the same voice a child would use when asking it's mother.
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