Medicine for the Melancholy

Aern's tail whipped back and forth in delight. She was too happy to be mad at him for scaring her like that though she did feel the burn of embarrassment light her cheeks. Then Jupiter said he met their grandpa. She pulled back from Jupiter, stunned silence gracing her features. Their grandpa? They had a grandpa? Stupid question, she knew that. Aerndis figured they had a bunch of long dead relatives, she just didn't expect to have any living grandparents. "What? Where did you meet him? Can you show me?" She was trying to imagine what her grandpa would be like. Would he have bright red markings like her and Orion or be more blue like Jupiter and Artemis? Would he be a sweet old man or a grouch.

She giggled as Jupiter said he didn't like to be called 'grandpa'. Ok, maybe he was a grouchier sort. She pretended to pout. "Awwww… what's the fun in having a grandpa if you can't call him that? Maybe we can pick a good nickname like 'Opa' or 'Papi' or… Gom for grumpy old man. Do we have a grandma to?"