Back in my day...

"Grammy," was the greeting that Fever gave Manea as she came in close. The girl had been informed that her grandmother would want some time with all of them today and Fever had been chomping at the bit the entire time. What would they talk about? What would she learn? Where was Alastor? With one black eye and one of swirling fire, the child looked up to her towering grandmother. "Where's Papa?"

Surely others would be coming, so Fever, small as she was, settled into the nice, long fur of her grandma's tail. She hoped that hers would be as nice and long some day. Maybe even nicer and longer! "They sure are taking a long time," she mumbled, annoyed at the lack of punctuality.

"Speech!"