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Felyn'wae laughed again. "Oh you are a willful one!" She leaned down to speak to Yasril'cice. "But know this, I am an adult, and I have chosen Sornnolu as mine, so I will do whatever I please with him." The drowess straightened and gave Sornnolu another kiss on his cheek.

"Felyn'wae..." The drow sighed, "Do try to get along."

"I'm not trying to be mean, Sorn, but I will not have a child dictate my life to me."

"I agree that she should not tell us what to do. It's rude." He added, giving a significant glance to Yasril'cice. He paused, considering what to say next, before launching into the intricate gestures of a spell. A strange word caused the air around them to shimmer gold briefly, before fading. The mage looked to Felyn'wae when he spoke again. "But some day she may be able to dictate a significant portion of our lives. She is the Matron's daughter and heir to House Xabaresh Chaeron."

Felyn'wae stared at him blankly, completely in shock.