from here! / @soulgathered
He'd overheard just the end of the argument, though he'd heard snatches of words before that, since out in the garden voices carried. It was a very pleasant place to spend some time practising with his lyre, more shade offered than using the rooftop access next to his bedroom. It also just so happened one might overhear things.
Eyebrows arching, Paris patiently waited a beat, about to offer his apology when Cassandra got there before him.
"Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter," he said, sitting down beside his sister with an easy shrug. It wasn't like she'd cursed him or anything.
Gently, he put his practice lyre - as large as the fine, big lyre he had been gifted a year ago when his teacher declared him good enough to formally perform if he wished to do so - down on the floor of the porch next to his feet. Straightened back up with a laugh, eyes practically sparkling at Cassandra's offer.
"I'm sure you don't have a single embarrassing thing you might have done when younger, dear sister, so of course it couldn't be any involving you," Paris agreed, touching his chest. Then leaned in. "But who, then?"
Mostly, Paris wouldn't have wanted to not have had his foster parents for the years he'd had them. Mostly, he could avoid thinking about what the situation might have been that his birth parents had exposed him, and only him, of the very many children they had. He might ask, but not today. Mostly, he also rather regretted having missed ten whole years with his breathlessly large family, because that meant he didn't know everything there was to know.
Fortunate that more than one sibling was very helpful in rectifying the gaps in his knowledge, then!
