wingedpenumbra:
“Good arm. Like your hair.” She repeated, bobbing her head like he did. Ella remembered the satyr had a son; that must be who he was discussing. “Is it weird, yes? For a satyr, goat, half-man, half-goat, to be raised with demigods? Harpies are not raised with demigods, oh, no. Most harpies are too dangerous, mmhm, that’s it, yes.”
❛ i’m trying to give my boy the best of three worlds -- he’s got a satyr dad, an aura mom, and a dozen demigod brothers and sisters -- so to speak. he’s gonna be a cultured kid. ❜ hedge frowned, thick and hairy arms folded tight across his chest. ❛ you’re not a dangerous harpy, are ya, kid? maybe chuckie could have the best of four worlds. ❜











