She laughs. He’s hilarious, after all. Of course he doesn’t want her pity. He’s wallowing in self-pity, she sees that clear enough. But the joke is on him - she’s not going to give him any.
Once in the pond, he cleans himself somewhat, but the dark girl lingers, drifting with her wings spread, moving her legs about lazily until he does something. Or asks something.
He gets out, and she turns to watch him with her burning amber gaze. Truly, if she were as white as het mother he might have recognized something. But it’s him she takes after - alas, she isn’t grey yet, and so he wouldn’t know. Not for her looks anyway.
She makes a snorting laughing sound as he finally tells her, and peddles to the shore where she has more footing. Shaking her small body, she looks at him amusedly. ”Figures.” is all she says then, and sticks out her tongue to him. Of course the biggest idiot she could find put here, would turn out to be her sire.
has always been within
@[Ashhal]