[Bordermarch] Who

[tessa]

Let's see the names here:
"Don Daddy," exclaims Their Excellencies daughter Krysten.
"Don Dear," Her Excellency Caitrin smiles.
("Don Roo Roo," shout The Grandbabies!)
"Don Brother," whispers Simonn into the ear of his former Cadet.
"Don Armand, Don A-mon, Dy-nA-mon, Dy-na-mite" chants myself in glee!

The audience, Their Majesties Jason and Saeried's subjects, all went WILD...
That old tune: "Don, Don, Da-Don,  Don, De-Don,  Da-Don, De-Don" rippled 
through the crowd.

There was such a rush of some 400 screaming voices outside near the castle 
that air movement fairly whisked all clouds out of the sky, to reveal 
shooting stars jumping around in a medley of approval.