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Every Vor knows that only proles-Servants-have dog daemons. All of the Vor possess noble, regal daemons, daemons that reflect their high rank and position. It’s always been that way, even extending back to Old Earth. Miles himself believes it sometimes, or had until his mother had gotten ahold of him. She quite firmly informed him that whatever form a daemon takes, it is beautiful and it is representative of a soul, not of an occupation
When Svetlana finally settles, after what seems like a thousand changes, Miles is sixteen-old for a settling-and he thinks that he should be displeased. The other Vor, the military men who come in and out of Vorkosigan House, especially his grandfather, even his father are all surprised, with most of them concealing shock, disgust and gloating at the mutie Vor and his dog daemon.
But his mother smiles, a sad, soft thing, and hugs him close, and tells him that she is beautiful, just as they both are. And at night, when it’s just the two of them, Miles looks into Svetlana's bright, shining eyes, and he sees the true reflection of his self.
After all, he has only ever wanted to serve.
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