"Can you say my name?" Diyiren said to Aoibh. "Dee-yee-ren? Can you say that?"
"Dee-"
He nodded, encouraged her.
"Yee."
"Yes, that's good. Keep going."
"Ren."
"That's it!"
He clapped and praised her, lifted her up.
"That's so good. You did it wonderfully. Now, can you say it all together?"
"Dee-"
"Yes," he coaxed.
"Dear Ren."
Yuemu covered her mouth, but that didn't block the giggles.
"Dear Ren," he repeated. "Close enough."
And he dragged her over and sat her on his lap.
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasyEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
