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Emily shuffled through the house idly, walking for the kitchen before she was too lazy to bother getting a snack and paused at the whispering in the kitchen. The young adault paused and peered at the figures of her aunt and uncle whispering, Emily-the-Elder far more animated than her uncle Tom, the woman's hands almost giving the indication of yelling. They whispered and Emily-the-younger blinked at her aunt and uncle, rilting her hea.

She caught only traces, whispers - names like 'Ri' and 'Nic' dominantly, before a clear sentance or two.

"...We need to tell Albie."

Emily-the-Elder's nickname for her father was not unknown and the young adault blinked, Tom motioning.

"He's at work - but Wren and Flynn-"

And Emily Wren took the time to walk in, blinking at them in confusion.

"What's going on?" She asked, walking to get lunch. Emily-the-Elder coughed, giving her husband a look The younger Emily studied her aunt and uncle appraisingly, eye flashing over them with further appraisal, much like a bird.

"You might want to sit down, sweetie." Emily said softly, and pulled out a chair, broking no argument. The younger Emily did as told, and blinked.

"You have a younger brother. Your uncle just got off the phone with your mother."

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Emily sat in front of her computer a good hour later, the expression on her face highly disconcerted as she stared at the screen. There was a lot to soak in, and she fingered her keyboard as she studied her screen, frowning a bit as she sighed, wondering what to write.

Her aunt suggested it might be nice to contact her brother, whom was perhaps close in age? Emily the Younger wasn't sure, really, what to type.

Her fingers shook, typing a test "Hi, I'm your sister" into the body, and erased it. Creepy much? And then she groanedm wondering when her Daddy got home. Daddy, Daddy - he didn't know Daddy, but he knew that wo-Momma. Momma, she recalled meeting Ri a few times, not knowing Ri was her mother, either. But Ri was kind and thoughtful, and the years of anger and confusion were melting away, even now looking at a christmas gift the tho-Mama. Mommy? Mother? Mama? Ri had sent, and she looked back to the blank e-mail.

Nic didn't know Albert well if at all, did he? And the girl settled in to write.

'Hello, Nic,' the letter began.

'My name is Emily Wren. Your mom - is my mom, little brother, and I'm sorry I didn't meet you. Dad doesn't know you happened but I get you'll like him. He's very nice and likes honey and beignets and baked goods, and he works in computer sciences and trying to invent better robotics and things. We like with our Uncle tom and Aunt Emily and their litter of children, from Quentin and Li and Jiro, to Peter, who we all call Peter Pebble or Rockhead, Lots of them are rockheads, except Quentin. He's kind of a bad-a**.'

She paused, smiling in thought at her cousins before the Metallica in the room next to her blasted on.

'We have a brotyer! My twin is named Flynn, and he's a giant compared to me, but way cool. I think he's trying to talk Dad into a dog so my dogg has company. Well, more company. I have two dogs and a friend of mine online said I should look into cats too. My dogs are a goberian named Rocky and a german shepard named Allegro. Allegro is a new shelter rescue. I'm thinking of a cat to love and cuddle for inside. Flynn wants a husky or some kind of wolfish dog. Daddy will probably give in though.

I don't meet mom much and I just learned about you cause she called Aunt Emily and tried talking to Dad about us all meeting. So, maybe we should plan.

What're you like? I'm kind of. Me I guess. Video games. School. Comics. I'm a dual major in electrical engineering and computer sciences. What about you? Hobbies? Interests? Any pets? I'm sorry my letter is awkward - this whole thing was out of left field. Did mom tell you about us yet? If not... Sorry. I should've been a nosier kid.

Love you already,

Wren.'

She leaned back, rereading the e-mail some before breathing, shutting her eyes and clicking send as she shivered, closing her eyes to block out the anxiety, and she turned, getting up to bother Flynn for a hug, and wait for Albert. She was unsettled, and she wanted things okay soon.