Attn: Relatives!

[lesser_son]

Melou has met the love of his life...! At least as far as he's concerned. And since she asked to meet his family, despite the fact that they're all insane and scary, he is willing to concede to make her happy. For which reason he is searching for his aunts and mother, and what uncles he might chance to find, on the hopes that he can beg them to

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[sirbeaumains]

With so many relatives, odds are one will wander by eventually. And, eventually one does: Gareth, who was unaware of his nephew's arrival and, in fact, his existence.

[lesser_son]

Ooh! Melou recognises him, just barely, by his resemblance to other family members. "Uncle?" he ventures.

[sirbeaumains]

Gareth turns, looking rather confused. "--me?"

[lesser_son]

"Aye--sir."

[girdleforakiss]

"Why!" Gawain says, because, frankly, small people who don't look faintly traumatized are rare around here. "Hello, young man. How're you?"

[lesser_son]

Melou's mouth drops open. It often does when he's surprised: somehow it was neglected in his upbringing, discipline on the subject of not leaving one's mouth open when one is surprised.

"Sir Gawain!"

[girdleforakiss]

"That's me!" Beamity.

[lesser_son]

He stammers. "Uncle--sir!"

[cywyllog]

His mother is easily found, sitting in the garden, shawl wrapped around her shoulders, with tea.

[lesser_son]

It's doubtless been a long, long time since she ever saw him smile; but he comes to her, kneeling before her politely and saying, "Mother!" He never could get the hang of My Lady, the way Melehan could.

[cywyllog]

"Cariad," she smiles back easily, resting a hand briefly against his cheek. "Come, sit beside me."

[lesser_son]

"Thank thee," he says, and obeys, folding his hands between his legs in a very childish posture, and all but bouncing. Having to grow up too fast in almost everything has had the effect of leaving him slightly ridiculous in the things he hadn't.