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"That is a good.  You speak the truth." Tirush adjusts herself in her seat, allowing herself to relax, her tail uncoiling like a giant, coppery snake. "I will tell you some things, then, that I have been thinking on for some time.  These things I have told Lucida as well, for she has a mghty memory, and is as a living Name.  I love her so, she is so smart and kind," she says, smiling at the thought.

"But though she may be, and she is beloved, she is not a mighty maker of sounds, to keep for all time.  If this is your goal, then I will tell you what I have."

Partha has quietly begun eating the sliced hard-boiled egg as her mother speaks. "This...may not come as a good thing to say, for your Lord is a great Lord, and does not see others as his equals.  But in many ways, we are so, he and I.  As you have told me, he is the last of his kind, the last male Vampire, and none may be as he.  But in this way, I am the same.  I am the last of the Mirraadaakh, the only Firebearer.  And where once my people were mighty lords one and each, now, our fire dwindles, and our ways gone."

She looks to her daughter, who looks up with oblivious happiness as she chews a mouthful.