why is there a word for that

[alicornucopia]

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?"

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[thisvorlunatic]

"I feel like, if I knew one of these, I would be thinking of him right now," says Mial.

"Probably you don't, then. Or haven't met him. Now that would be weird."

[isthisart]

"Do you give off spy/saboteur vibes that I'm not picking up on?" wonders Finnah.

"No, but before any of us were born my empire briefly occupied his, and I'm also the only haut to ever marry anyone other than a ghem-lord."

"Haut," muses Finnah. "Were you avoiding the word before? You kind of have to reverse your instincts about when to bust out the jargon with dragonishes."

"Ah."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yeah," says Miles, "I caught how you all just sort of say 'Alts!' at each other and then nod knowingly."

[alicornucopia]

"Well," says Aurin, "you know - alts." He waves at Ivan.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles laughs. "Yes. Alts. So you just, what - hear a word and know what it means?"

"To the extent that we have the concepts to understand it, yeah."

"Handy."

"Draconic is not totally without positive features."

[alicornucopia]

"Makes us very portable," says Finnah. "And I'm obvious from a distance so people go up to me in the street and start speaking Alteisec or whatever, wanting directions, whatever, these guys get less of that."

[thisvorlunatic]

"I help out when I hear somebody having language trouble, though," says Mial. "Seems the polite thing to do."

[middlingalong]

"I have met two - no, uh, three, and a half - girls who I later hooked up with that way," says Aurin.

"...I'm now kind of curious about your total," says Ivan.

"Eh, I haven't really been counting? Depending on what you count exactly maybe fiiiive hundred...? I mean it's been more than half a century, it adds up."

"Damnation," breathes Ivan.

"I'll probably get married soonish," Aurin adds, "past two hundred now so there's no longer a question of falling behind aging-wise, and I'm sort of tired of breakups."

Ivan shakes his head in wonder.

[thisvorlunatic]

"Ivan has been out-Ivaned," snorts Miles.

[middlingalong]

"Sure, by someone who didn't lose his virginity till he was a hundred and fifty or so, sounds like -"

"Hundred forty-something," Aurin volunteers, and then he looks awkwardly at his aunt and uncle, suddenly remembering that they're there. "Anyway, that's hardly fair."

"Fine, fine."

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles finds this exchange deeply hilarious.

[on_my_word]

Avar and Koridaar are carrying on a murmured conversation over there and might plausibly not even have heard.

[middlingalong]

Well, that's a relief.

"Wait, when you get married, do you just... I assume this doesn't do anything about the aging rate or the sudden stop at the end," Ivan says.

"Well," says Aurin, "no. The sort of standard life trajectory is you marry various non-dragons in series between the ages of two hundred and a thousand, and then you settle down with a dragon about your age, and if you have trouble finding one of those there's reasonably competent matchmakers."

"That's..." Ivan shakes his head.

"I mean, people do different things," shrugs Aurin, "maybe that fellow's blood has just made Aunt Koridaar immortal? But that's the trend."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Dad's on his second wife, but he's barely said two words about the first one," says Mial.

"Ditto mine, actually, now that I think of it," says Miles. "I wonder if they corresponded...? I don't think we can find out easily from here."

[isthisart]

"If you'd be comfortable asking, we probably have enough grace period for you to lean out the door and see if he's looking at his pen messages right now - do you not even know her name?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"I would feel very weird sending my father a random pen message about his dead first wife," says Miles. "I think I'll pass. And no, I don't."

[middlingalong]

"I could've sworn I knew it at one point," says Ivan. "Can't call it to mind."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Oh well," says Miles. "We can live without knowing."

"I don't think Aeducan ever married," volunteers Stalas. "Kept house with two or three noble hunters, had five or six kids, they all made it to the genealogy records but none of them made it to the general lore."

"Two or three?" says Miles, eyebrows skyrocketing. He glances over at Avar, who is still focused on whatever quiet chat with his singular wife he is having.

[isthisart]

"Maintaining relationships with multiple partners has been a done thing in many places for a long time," Linya tells Miles. "It's more of a stylistic choice than anything within Cetaganda."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Yes, I'm aware," says Miles. "I wouldn't find it remarkable if it weren't an alt of my father. It's enough of a strain imagining him with somebody who isn't Mother, let alone imagining him with three such somebodies at once."

[isthisart]

"Is this a 'parents thing' or about Aral's alts specifically?"

[middlingalong]

"Parents thing," says Ivan.

"Human parents thing?" suggests Aurin. "I don't expect her to do it anytime soon but if Mother remarried, again, I'd roll with it."

[thisvorlunatic]

"...There may be overlap," says Mial. "I'm having a hard time imagining Dad with somebody else, too."

[alicornucopia]

Finnah is not looking at any one or making any sounds. She's spacing out and leaning on a wall.

[middlingalong]

"How do you guys know Finnah, anyway, she doesn't seem to be one of Linyabel or either of Mark like at all."