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Posted: Jan 24th, 2008 at 05:40 pm
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Daeryssa sits with Aethan on her knee, looking into Matarys' crib.
"That's your little brother, sweetie," she tells her toddler. "The two of you are going to be best friends."
Aethan peers into the crib inquisitively. "Brother?"
"Yes sweetie, his name's Matarys."
"Mattys," Aethan declares, grinning proudly. Daeryssa laughs and ruffles his hair.
"Close honey, very close. We'll work on that."
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The Old, the True, the Brave.
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