the lord of lies was her father's name , she found lying to be far harder than just dancing around with language . it made her watch every word worse than a banquet or ballroom dance in court . lies were not in her blood , so when suspision arose , she came out and admitted her relation to the claws tightening around their group .
UNPROMPTED
@swarmcall : ❝ I'm sorry, this is so konfusing . . . ❞
Cricket practically only mumbled while trying to make sense of the new revelation
he now has to take in. Thorned fingers pushed red glasses back up on his nose,
amber spheres drifted over his own notes. Yes, he did take notes about that.
❝ So you are no tiefling ? But you have horns.
And infernal heritage. I have trouble understanding . . . ❞
“ yes . ” one word that echoed through the camp , affirmative , loud with no emotion in their letters .
“ I am neither devil , nor aasimar . a cambion is the best term , as it fits the idea of a cross breed , but i was not bred . yet i have two parents . " she elaborated with hesitation , her words would make it worse .
yet at the heart fo it all , she too was too confused by their discussion ; ” and you are a bug ? "