He had taken his first steps on Phaedra's nineteenth birthday, with Evalia releasing his hands in the olive groves and Eridi beckoning him across the grassy floor. He showed far more interest in their homeward journey than Phaedra remembered him doing on their flight from Tarceny In the boat, he wanted to sit by the rail and reach out to the brown wavetops, running just beyond his fingers' reach below the taffrail. When one splashed up at him, he sat back, startled but not unhappy ‘Ooh! We'h!’ ‘Yes, darling,’ said Phaedra. ‘Very wet. Please be careful.’ So he spent half the remaining trip at the rail of the boat, with Orani, Eridi and Phaedra all taking turns to keep an arm around him while he leaned over the side in his efforts to catch another wave, or watched the wrinkling lake-surface with solemn eyes that gave no sign of what he was thinking. His child's face hinted more strongly now of the long and delicate features of his father's house, but the way his black hair was beginning to curl at his ears and collar reminded Phaedra suddenly of her own mother.
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