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He differed greatly from his sister in that. Kaya was a thrill-seeker, an adventurer. Where she snuck away during free hours to climb trees, run around the palace grounds and to get into fights, Jet preferred surrounding himself with his peers. He loved feeling out the flow of the groups social dynamics, who had problems with whom, which kids became secretly friends when others weren't looking. And he adored manipulating it. It may seem innocuous but he learned from the grown-ups, when during parties and social gatherings they partook in games of manipulation and coercion of such intensity it made him dizzy whenever he tried to follow it. He was convinced that if they wanted to his Exalted family members could convince any man to murder those they loved most in just an hour or so. He aimed to be like them, to be a true Mnemon.
Time passed without the kids ever really interacting with their parents. Once a year they'd show up, or they'd meet during some event or party. But these were evaluations, not times for familial bonding. And this was fine. For the only time a Dynastic child typically talked privately with their parents, was when they were in big trouble. But neither Kaya nor Jet were found lacking, even their eccentricities were within perfectly acceptable parameters. Really, their parents were quite proud of their progeny. Especially once Kaya started manifesting markings of the Dragons on her body, specifically pale-blue scales around her collarbone in the shape of a dragons claw.
A year later however the twins started enjoying a different kind of attention, when the other ten Great Houses also became aware of the prodigies. It happened during one day when Kaya once again ditched her courses on horseback riding. This wasn't anything abnormal but when she failed to show up for family lunch, people began to worry. After most of the family was dispatched to search for her, they found the girl standing on the edge of the palace roof. She stared absentmindedly out of her head, her hair billowed even though there was no wind blowing that day. Her manic laughter could be heard echoing through the entire Imperial Palace as she hurled herself into the depths. But instead of becoming a stain on the pavement, she was struck by a bolt out of the blue. Or rather, a bolt of lightning erupted from her and struck the heavens. She then landed, wreathed in petals of snow and caressed by jolts of lightning. Her hair now bore a streak of pure white. The elemental dragons have spoken. She was enlightened. She was Exalted. A chosen of Mela, Immaculate Dragon of Air.
