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an excerpt

"How many years has your younger sister?" Dayan asked nonchalantly. The smallest of smiles touched Kaerth's lips. "She is not my younger sister. She is my twin sister, and we have three Variants and two seasons."

Her answer caught him off-guard; he could not hide the surprise in his green eyes. "Thirty-two? Neither of you look older than myself." Rhaenys seemed to have heard him; she was suddenly there, inches from his nose as he turned his head. "Well how old are YOU Mister Dyin-Grumpy?" Her face was almost a pout. Almost.

"I have two Variants and three years," he answered with mustered dignity, stepping back from her, "And please pronounce my name properly. It's Day-ahn. And Rhaenys giggled. "Look, isn't it funny? If you flip the numbers, it makes thirty-two. Do you see, Kae? Do you?"

"Yes, I see."

It was quiet for a moment; then- "I don't see how. You both look so young."

Kaerth smiled faintly. "Skinchangers have always aged slower than Mages," she said mildly. Dayan actually scoffed. "Skinchangers are only native to Gurne." He frowned when Rhaenys actually laughed at him.

"That doesn't mean that we don't live in other places, silly Dyin," she teased.

"Oh..right," he said, feeling his face get hot. He hoped he wasn't actually blushing.