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why is there a word for that
Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
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"Two hundred thirty-three," says Mial. "Late seventies equivalent. Healthy, though."
"That's going to be weird," murmurs Miles.
A thought occurs to him, and he pens a note to Linya: That third dose of Lalita's blood just sprang to mind. Do we know its effects on old age? Can we think of a safe way to test?
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"So, should I go get my parents?" asks Mial.
"Why not," says Miles.
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Bar can't check without an elf present to look at.
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"I don't actually know what my mother looked like," says Stalas, "but..." He's gazing thoughtfully at Avar.
"What?" says Miles.
"Nothing, maybe. I'm thinking."
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"Probably? I mean, maybe yours doesn't have bright gold hair."
"Nnnope. Brown. Still."
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"Well, it's just... I mean, it's a no-brainer that your father would look like you. Therefore, by extension, also like me. And it's not that weird that he'd end up looking like the rest of my family in the process. But - a couple of things you've said - and the statues are very stylized, but - and which members of my family he looks most like—"
"Spit it out, Stalas."
"I think the Thedas version of, well, you," he says with a gesture to Avar, "was Aeducan. As in the Paragon Aeducan, founder of my House. I mean, it's hard to tell, because we obviously can't drag Aeducan in here to compare, he's been dead for centuries."
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This is the best I can do.
Here is an unusually realistic relief carving.
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"I mean, accounting for style... yeah," he says.
Miles looks too. "Yeah," he agrees.
"So that's a little weird," says Stalas. "I wonder why I'm the odd one out."
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"Huh. Alts," he says.
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"It's pretty hard to tell. Aeducan's parents weren't especially famous, and I wouldn't even know where else to start looking."
"Are we saying my grandfather and your grandfather are probably the same, then?" asks Miles of Mial. "I mean, it seems likely, given what we know. Hey, Bar - how about a holo of General Piotr? As young as possible, I guess, if dragons top out at twentyish."
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"Yyyyep," says Aurin. "That would be Grandfather Piro, when he's being all bipedal. Since I'm probably the last to have seen him of people here."
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Finnah squints at the holo; she's never seen Piro before.
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"I don't even think I've seen a holo of him that young before," says Miles, "but the expression's sure familiar."
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