Kaven sat cross-legged and quiet, smiling as Zurna talked to him, and trying to imagine what it would be like to have such a big family. "I'll bet it is because you are so fun - you seem to have such a way of bringing laughter into a conversation." He said warmly, in response to her comment about being a favourite aunt. "In a way, you remind me of my sister. She is constantly laughing, and dancing around. She brings joy to the whole company, wherever she is." He smiled fondly, thinking of his beloved sister before he moved on. "I do like children, yes - they are so honest ... not that that is always a blessing!"
He moved toward her slightly, watching intently as she worked the wool, and tried to think of a story. "Well, speaking of my sister, you should have seen her when my dreamweaving skills first made themselves known. I was fairly young - much too young to control it - but our parents and the elders of the village knew that it was an important gift. My sister was much younger, still a small child, and she couldn't understand why suddenly, I was getting so much attention." He grinned. "So one day, when a gathering was being held at our hut, to discuss my talent, she snapped. She packed up all her worldly belongings - two dresses, a toy doll, and my favourite game - and marched out into the room, announcing that she was leaving home until we paid attention to her again!" He laughed, properly now. "Of course, there was no where she could go. She took our pet dog, and went to sit in the garden of her friends' house until sunset... when my parents went to fetch her home. She'd completely forgotten about running away, and came home as though nothing had happened!"