10-19-2016, 11:51 PM
dark, you can't come soon enough for me
She’s taken aback by the question, and he doesn’t blame her - it’s an odd thing to be asked by someone you’ve just met. But, to her credit, she answers, and understanding blooms. “Your mum, eh? Figures.” No wonder she looks so similar to Blazed.
Rather understandably she questions him and he tries to assuage the awkwardness of the situation with a crooked smile. “I met your mother once. A few years ago now.” Ehhh he’s not going to go deeper into that situation. He’s sure she knows about her mother’s activities, and she doesn’t need all the little details. “You look quite a bit like her. Almost identical in fact.”
His speckled head cocks to the side as he stares at the girl. There’s something … not quite right about this situation. Something he can’t quite put his hoof on. Then suddenly the metaphorical lightbulb goes on. “Say … how old are you?” It seems … quite possible. She appears to be the right age - between two and three. He just hadn’t thought about the possibility. He’s met so few of his children (not that he has many children to begin with), and those that he has met (his dear Sin Killer and Nefertem - god he wishes he knew where they are) have at least shown some similarity to him, in face if not in colour.
But this girl … a little shiver runs through his skin. What are the odds of him potentially running into his daughter in the meadow?