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Arlyth turned and looked at his aunt, and asked softly, "Hello Aunty Sylquis; might I ask what will happen after the meal?" the young elf said, keeping his tone low, so as not to disturb his other aunt. His eyes shifted over to her and then snapped back. He really didn't want to make eye contact with him. "After this, little cousin, you are going to bed." his cousin replied kindly, winking at Sylquis, who added, "Yes child, you must be tired from all that riding; and from the journey here, and you didn't get a chance to rest earlier, and an early night would do you good." Her eyes were looking into Arlyths, but she exchanged a look with Alae which said it was probably best to keep the boy out from underfoot. Out from under Alliene's foot. Arlyth, possessing at least, some inteligence, replied in a little-boy-voice full of meek obedience, "Yes cousin, yes aunty." his voice had overtones of 'yes mother' in it, and held a very faint note of cheek, but nothing they could punish him for. "Now hush, and eat your food." Sylquis told her nephew, and looked over at Alliene, her eyes clearly warning her not to touch the boy. She nodded her head to the drow matron, showing her the proper respect, but it was fairly clear that she didn't want any family disputes going on. Arlyth continued his food, totally unaware of the silent exchange.
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