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Looking at her oddly, Cyabo blurted, "You're small, and you talk funny."

Unable to help himself, a laugh escaped Mect's throat. "She's a different type from us, boyo, and raised different to boot. Just makes mah little girlie all the more special. Aye, Echo, this is Cyabo, your brother. One of them, anyhow."

"Momma's a Lunar!" Anxious to prove that he actually knew things, too, Cyabo offered that information quickly, before his father had a chance. "Aunt Rafferty and Aunt Sereyna are, too."

Mect nodded. "That's right, they are. Lunars are just special types of beta, like us ponies are. That's all."

Giving a very horse-like snort, Cyabo tossed his head back proudly. "'Course I'm smart! I'm a pony, and ponies are the best at e'erything!" Then suddenly remembering something his father had told him once about not rubbing it in, his ears lowered a bit, and he looked sheepishly up at Mect. "You're probably smart to, Ech, since you've got a pony for a poppa."

Still chuckling a bit at the antics of his offspring, Mect swam a short distance so that he could settle against some rocks, still holding the both of them in his arms.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Cyabo pulls a bit at her cloak, too. "Sure 'nuff, I'm going to be big and strong just like Poppa, but it's easier fer me, 'cause I'm a pony too." Once satisfied that the cloak looked the way it should, or at least the way he always saw it on the Lunars in his own home, Cyabo grinned. "Don't worry, though, I'll help you get strong, too!"

Oh, how badly Mect wanted to answer that question in the affirmative. As it was now he barely stayed around Mem's tank long enough to keep an eye on Cyabo, who wound up being looked after by the numerous other beta there most of the time. A passing idea of getting a house of his own had flitted through his head once, but who'd watch the kids?

Luckily for him, Cyabo had already been briefed on why his father wasn't around much, more or less, and quickly chimed up, wanting to appear knowledgeable and all, "Poppa's a busy, busy pony, running around e'erywhere helping peoples do pony things. He don't stay in one place too long." He nodded wisely, then added, "Nog and Arion would be sad if I left, but I can come visit you e'ery single day!"

Cyabo nodded eagerly at that, but it was Mect who put a slight damper on the level of enthusiasm they were showing. "Cyabo's probably going to come out this way with another grown beta, so if you're wanting to come out to see us, you're going to want to get a grown beta of your own to show you the way." At Cyabo's pout, he added, "It's only while you're fry, since there's creatures in these parts that sometimes try to take a nibble on a youngling and all."

Rolling his eyes, Cyabo wiggled until he was free of his daddy's arm, and then dove in next to Echo. "Don't matter none, you'll like whoever brings me here, and I bet you've got nice growns out here, too."

Mect had to grin at that. "Yup, Seren's probably one of the nicest beta out there. She'll definitely be up for a trip out to see us." Having not seen the girl since before he'd actually started having offspring, Mect wondered what she thought of his baby girl, and couldn't wait to introduce her to Presley and Cyabo.

"I remember Poppa talkin' about her!" Wiggling excitedly, Cyabo gaped at Echo. "He says she's the prettiest beta he knows! I bet that doesn't count us, though."

Nodding, Mect grinned even wider. "Sure do. I've known her ever since she was your guys' size. Pretty then, too. She's a different sort of pretty that you and your mother, Echo, so you can easily be just as pretty as her." Bending his head down, he kissed Echo on the top of her little head. "In fact, I know you are. I told Seren she'd be the prettiest beta in her tank, and I was right, weren't I?"