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"My sisters would definitely approve, so that's two votes for. My grandfather would like you, you have a stong personality, very assertive and confident. Ironically my grandmother wouldn't like that, because while she herself is the strong and confident type, she expects compliance and compromise with the family. That's not to say she wants a submissive or weak woman, just one who will follow the family's lead.

"That makes the score three to one," you review. "My parents would be the deciding factor. I can't be sure how they'd react. They supported me when I chose what they liked, much of which was whatever went in line with what the other Roreks did. Art, poetry, and horse riding were things I pursued and they supported, but only because there was a Rorek in the past that did those things."

"You write poetry?" she asks, intrigued.

"Sometimes," you say. "Nothing special."

"Well, let me hear some and I can tell you if that's true or not."

You think about it, then shrug.

"Alright," you say.

You take out your little notebook and open it to your previous poem, from before the limerick. You take a deep breath before reading.

"Winding road,
Coil of dirt.
Leave behind
Yesterday's hurt.
Wind at my back
It cheers me on
As I ride
From dusk to dawn.
Wind around
The coil winds
Joining me
In my finds."

You put the notebook away and scratch your head nervously.

"So, clearly I wrote that when I was a bit... moody," you say.

"No it's good," Raven says. "It must be about Isabel."

You nod.

"So it was alright?" you say.

"Yes," she says. "Kinda clever actually, using both wind and wind."

"I thought it was a bit confusing myself at first, but it was already on the page so I just left it."

"It's good, it's good," Raven says reassuringly. "Now, what're the things they didn't support you trying?"

"Well, my mother was very worried about my transition from horses to motorcycles, she held out against it all the way until she saw me ride home on my first one. Then both of them were less than pleased with my tastes in music."

"What do you like?"

"Oh a variety of things," you say, "but there's a lot of the newer, rougher forms of rock 'n' roll that I enjoy that they don't."

"You'll have to share those with me later," she says. "But then, you can't be sure how they'll react to your taste in women?"

"No," you say. "I think the probability is that of a coin toss. They'll either add for a whopping majority or tie things up."

"What about other relatives? Uncles, aunts, cousins?"

"Oh, as unfair as it sounds, Uncle Roger, his wife Rita, and my cousins Ross and Reed, don't get a vote in our hypothetical. Only the main line of the family would decide the fate of the Roreks."

"How do you determine who is in the main line?"

"The line that bore a Rorek," you say. "The Null Family main line therefore goes through my grandfather, the previous Rorek, and then through my father after he had me. Equally unfair, would be that even if I wasn't the first born, the fact that I am Rorek the Seventh, my children would still be part of the main line over my sisters."

"Whoa..."

"Yes. I am first born in my family, but my cousin Ross is the oldest of all the grandchildren by eight months. If he had been born looking more like, well, me, and I was in anyway different, he would've been Rorek the Seventh and I would've been named something else."
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