[Ah, one of the Clayr, that explains the seven pointed star on her surcoat. Sabriel nods quietly, mind boggling at the mention of a son followed by another rush of heat to her cheeks. She'll have a son, she and Touchstone will have a family...and then the other shoe drops and Sabriel very nearly drops her tea cup.
For a moment she can only stare at the other girl in surprise and disbelief...and yet the signs were all there, the surcoat, the dark hair and pale skin...and if she looks close enough she could even see traces of her father in Lirael's features. But a sister? They looked to be the same age, and yet her father was now Dead.]
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For a moment she can only stare at the other girl in surprise and disbelief...and yet the signs were all there, the surcoat, the dark hair and pale skin...and if she looks close enough she could even see traces of her father in Lirael's features. But a sister? They looked to be the same age, and yet her father was now Dead.]
I...I never knew...Father never told me.