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The name clicks and Edmund's eyes widen, "Oh! You're uncle Ronin." Giving some context he adds, "I'm Maeve's son." Saying his mum's name sends a pang of guilt through him. One that he shoves down for now. He really needs to send her a letter. Splat hovers around Edmund's shoulders, doing a loop as he ignores the dragon. Having finished his silk, the darkling considers his next snack. Spotting some vines, he gets to work. Watching his companion, Edmund responds, "A darkling." The Ancient had known instinctively what Splat was when they bonded. A fact he's thankful for. "Splat's odd. I think he's teething right now." At least, Edmund hopes that's the reason as to why literally everything had to go into the darkling's mouth at the moment. "He also named himself by body slamming the ground until I landed on that name." Edmund Reborn In Fire