Zarrian.
Fiyero sighed, and walked into his house. He hated going home—absolutely hated it. When his mother came in, Fiyero found it hard to see why everyone questioned him about it.
"Fiyero, darling!" she yelled, gathering him up in a big hug.
"Hello, Mother," he gasped.
When she let go, she said, "So, how's Shiz? Not getting kicked out anytime soon, I hope?"
"No, I've been relatively good, Mom."
"That's great. Now, meet any cute girls?"
Fiyero felt himself go bright red.
"You did!" she said.
"No!"
"You've been a good boy with these girls?"
. . . .
"Yes. . . ."