Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170331170606

"Astrid, is what I was named."

She doesn't react to his hand on her face, but stands there, her eyes meeting his. Like him, she shows no emotion, but there is something of a distance in her gaze.

"Am I from your loins? Perhaps, in a way, though not how you might think.  I look different than what you might have imagined, but know, then, that your blood is in me, and other ichor.  This, you doubtless see.  I have a father in you the way that an imagination might birth a dream.  Both are important, and both connected, but only to the dreamer.  Nothing else matters."

She takes a step back, not coldly. "As I said, I believed that you were owed my presence, if not an explanation..."