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[15 Chirreb 4261]

Ficina’s Constellation

I stopped by between classes. Thery hasn’t woken up yet,
but she’s looking a lot less dead.

Levande is looking a lot more dead. “I haven’t gotten more
than an hour’s sleep since Ficina was born!” she wailed at
me, over a chalice of kathia in an expensive and Flooshless
branch of the Academy Bakery.

Ficina is a very hungry little girl, but rather hampered by
not knowing (1) how to eat, or even (2) that eating will
make her hunger feel better. This means that she will start
crying from hunger, and then, when Yarwain and Levande are
trying to get her to nurse, she will object fiercely and
energetically (if incompetantly), as if saying, “No! Don’t
cram that nipple into my mouth! I’m trying to tell you I’m
hungry, and don’t you dare shut me up!”

Of course, I spent far too long staring at Levande’s bosom
to be socially correct. I’m sure people will tell me that
I’ve got an only slightly inappropriate preference for
counts.

But no. I’ve got a wholly inappropriate preference for
other species. I shan’t be comforted by polite
fictions. I’m traff, not attracted to nobility as such.

(No, I’m not attracted to Levande. (Or Vae). I really don’t
like people who beat me up and make me do things. )

(I shall have to figure out how I feel about proper
female-mammal breasts when I get involved with some
… preferably Orren.)

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