Caimlyn felt his cheeks warm over once again. This time it was for two reasons: his embarrassing mistake and Katya's reference to his having a strong name. "I think that would be nice, Katerina Nikolaevna," he replied with a just a bit of stumbling over the words.
It was her turn to blush. The last people to call her that, at least with a friendly tone of voice, were her parents, all those years ago. "Good," she said, smiling while trying to force down those sad memories. She hadn't thought of them in years; it hurt too much. "And you can just use Katya instead of Katerina. It's easier on the non-Russian tongue." For a fleeting moment, a very non-Katya thought ran through her mind, and she had the urge to add a comment about what else might be good on a non-Russian tongue, then blushed ever harder and kept silent.
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"So, Caimlyn Shainenevich, what did you want to talk to me about?" She was trying to force down the flush in her cheeks.
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"He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is
only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish;
no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he
has put a knife in the heart of wonder."
--Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams
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