ONE HUNDRED TWO: What kind of wordchain?

ONE HUNDRED TWO: What kind of wordchain?

The human just said night-night and hung up on you. And me, said Evul-arth in an intrigued voice. Mostly me, since its officially me calling. He has a name. Stu-arth perched on the edge of the lounger beside her. I know. Its your fault for naming your pet after him. Now I dont know what to call either of them! Alden. AndOther Alden. The Ryeh-bt and the other ryeh-bt. Not confusing in the slightest. She shoved herself back into her cushions. After a moment, she said, Stu, are you all right these days? He sighed. I would be much more all right if you would all stop wanting things for me that I dont want for myself. She smiled. Youre still angry with me. I dont know why you thought I wouldnt side with the others. Its only the small matters I allow myself to be careless about. You are not a small matter. One of her hands rummaged under a golden yellow pillow and pulled out one of her lungsticks. She held the dark tube out to him, and he lit it with a flick of his fingers. Youve always been such a beautiful caster, Stu. He stood. Thank you for calling Alden, he said stiffly. I would appreciate it if you did me the favor again when he has finished resting. Ill do all manner of favors for you, baby brother. She drew on the stick and sent a cloud of blue smoke toward the ceiling. Consider doing just one for me in return.