Her ears lowered as she looked over him and her heart felt like it broke into two. She didn’t think they knew each other, no - but he looked so much like her lost little boy. The rejected, stripless bean that Rajani had given her, because he hadn’t had stripes - the lil runt of the litter, oh how he’d been just a babe when she was taken away…

That when she was spat back into Viv, she didn’t go back to the Dynasty & none had some looking for her - but she’d never told a soul his name. How could it be that he had the same name as her son? Her dead son?

You do, Cirilla whispered, certain that this could be no mistake, no coincidence. Let's go someplace warmer, okay?

She’d take him by the scruff if he’d allow, and head home.