The Seal and the Noose

Arrowyy began by admiring a new gold furnace and ended the evening as my son, which is a brisk return on any investment. Blaedy supplied the paperwork, the seal, and the kind of administrative hunger usually found in people who enjoy watching pigeons panic.

I muddled two sorts of gear, admitted it badly, and then found myself defending the threshold of my household against an adoption ambush. Summoneyy, bless her, identified the original confusion while the rest of them built a family around it.

Arrowyy is honorary family, now apparently with a formal claim by popular decree. I remain opposed to seals, magistrates, and any inheritance discussion held within reach of Blaedy. The boy did at least look pleased in his armour, raising a mug by the fire as though he had won something.