Keldabe

*Telarial sat next to Raine in the backseat and looked at her with concern, sensing her depressed mood.*

"Hey...Everything OK?"

*She studied her closely and thanks to her force sensitivity eventually put two and two together regarding what was currently on her mind. She gave Raine's shoulder a comforting squeeze and gave her a soft smile.*

"Aliit ori'shya tal'din.** You are family Raine. Official or not. To them...And to me. I've always wanted a sister..."

**Family is more than blood

*Telarial gave a slow understanding nod.*

"Would you change that if you were given the opportunity? Raine Bralor does have a nice ring to it."

*Telarial grinned as another thought occurred to her.*

"So...who would you want to be your buir? Obviously I would vote for Faelan...yet, I can't help but detect a special kinship between you and Lorcan. What are your thoughts on the subject?"

*Telarial laughed and shook her head.*

"Hmm...let me think..."

*She glanced over at Lorcan and then back to Raine with a sly grin.*

"Well...you do seem to share his temperament from what Faelan has told me. You got into a fight at the Oyu'baat right? Because you were defending your friends. You put yourself in harms way without a second thought...Lorcan seems to do the same thing from what I've heard. He defends and fights for those he cares about and won't let anyone or anything stand in his way come hell or high water. Eh...what do I know. I only just officially met the two of you in person. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong..."

*Her brows furrowed in thought a moment*

"Then again...Faelan is virtually the same way.  Can you honestly picture Lorcan as a fatherly type?"

*Telarial snickered at the idea. She could only imagine Lorcan's horror. Faelan's younger vod didn't seem to be nearly as responsible as Faelan or at all eager to 'settle down'. He seemed rather immature at times and on some level, Telarial was having a difficult time imagining Lorcan taking parentage seriously...if his eagerness to return to his female companion at the 'baat was anything to go by. With a wide grin, she turned her head and raised her voice as well so that both Faelan and Lorcan could hear her next statement.*

"A DNA test would be a great idea!! Especially since Lorcan has a soft spot for kids like his elder brother! Who knows...maybe he already is a buir and just doesn't know it yet!"

*Telarial struggled to hold back a laugh as she gave Raine a playful punch in the shoulder*

"Well who knows? Maybe it's possible..."

*Telarial shouted and gestured for Faelan and Lorcan to get in the speeder*

"Buir! We should probably get going now...your vod is more than eager to return to his future child's mother!"

*Telarial stopped laughing as well, her eyes going wide at Raine's question. Clearly she was startled at the mere idea. She lowered her voice in the hopes that the two elder Mando'ades wouldn't be able to hear her.*

"By the stars...I honestly don't know...how many girlfriends has Lorcan dated in his life?"

When asked if he would mind that Telarial addresses him as her uncle, Lorcan shrugs without giving the matter much thought, and then initially manages to tune the conversation between Raine and Telariaout. It is only when Raine intentionally speaks loudly enough to get his attention that Lorcan begins listening to the conversation, which to his horror has taken an alarmingdirection. His expression mildly concerned as he turns to Faelan, who is piloting the speeder and asks quietly in a worried tone of voice making it clear he is looking for reassurance, "You don't really think there's any way . . ."

Knowing exactly what he is doing, capitalizing on the fact that he is not known for his sense of humor, Faelan keeps his expression as sober and stoic as usual as he pretends to think about the possibility Lorcan could be Raine's father for a moment before, speaking dryly but with a masterful hint of apology, saying almost reluctantly, "I don't know vod. Raine is about, what, twelve? You were the same at twenty five as you are now where your . . . friendships with women, many friendships with many women that is, are concerned, so . . . Inspired by something he hears Raine say regarding her mother's appearance, which has the added benefit of matching the description of more than one of Lorcan's past female friends, Faelan asks with just the right mix of conflicted tones ranging from reluctance to point something out to bemusement at the fact things may be less a laughing matter than something to consider in earnest, Weren't you and, he pretends to search his memory for a moment before going on, Ah, what was her . . . snapping his fingers he says, Caitria! You were with her longer than most of your . . . friends, weren't you? That was right around twelve or thirteen years ago, wasn't it? And she had red hair, freckles, and . . ."

Holding up a hand to silence Faelan, his other hand lifting to cover his own ear as though not hearing could prevent an unwanted thought from entering his mind, Lorcan says, "Ne'johaa! Not funny, he growls to Faelan, turning around in his seat and lifting an index finger as he repeats to Telarial and Raine, Not funny at all," before turning around in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest sulkily.

Unable to resist, Faelan says after a pause, "It is a little funny vod. You have had a lot of . . ."

"Just drive," Lorcan hisses, shooting Faelan a betrayed look before returning to his sulking with an expression not entirely without a troubled air suggesting that the possibilities presented have gotten into his head despite his attempts to dismiss them entirely.