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<p>The discussion of optics did not show up for another few years as she tested the limits of this admonition. More people had uploaded, after all. More furries, of course, and more people with similar interests. There were more friends to be made.</p>
<p>And yet she was of the Ode, was she not? There was an image to maintain that extended beyond the individual.</p>
<p>The feelings, the appearance, rinse and repeat with this and that, with the familial language of &lsquo;ma&rsquo; and &lsquo;sis&rsquo;, with sharing a bed when she had a nightmare, as any Odist might. Again and again pushing gently at limitations to search for a slow form of change.</p>
<p>It was her use of &lsquo;ma&rsquo; that caused perhaps the most trouble. It was trouble that came not as a gentle suggestion from &lsquo;on high&rsquo;, such as it were, but </p>
<p>It was her use of &lsquo;ma&rsquo; that caused perhaps the most trouble. It was trouble that came not as a gentle suggestion from &lsquo;on high&rsquo;, such as it were, but this suggestion in particular had over time led to frustration and anger in her down-tree instance. She kept it to herself, masked it well enough, but Motes knew the signs.</p>
<p>Still, she did as she was told and kept this particular sense of family to herself and those she loved. She was a good girl, of course, always tried to be, but she was also as much an Odist as those who spoke so often of optics. She saw the trends, the prickly taboo against intraclade relationships, how the subversiveness of found family might rub up against that. She had her guesses, but–</p>
<p>&ldquo;Motes? Did you hear what I said?&rdquo; Beholden asked, ruffling her mane all up.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Nope!&rdquo; Motes said, smiling primly. &ldquo;I have been ignoring you both.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Beholden smiled fondly. &ldquo;Brat. Lost in thought?&rdquo;</p>
<p>She shrugged, sipping her drink yet more. &ldquo;I guess. Was thinking of fusspots and all the trouble calling ma &lsquo;ma&rsquo; caused. Glad it is not a thing anymore.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;<em>Less</em> of a thing,&rdquo; A Finger Pointing corrected. &ldquo;It is not <em>not</em> a thing. What Beholden was saying, though, is that we were going to head off. The offer stands for you to join us, Dot.&rdquo;</p>
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