KAIMANA
Oh. Lily isn't mad at you. You exhale a breath of relief at that discovery, turning your brilliant smile up to her and nodding somewhat bashfully. "Ok! How many is the right number of questions? An' the right amount of time to ask 'em? An' what if I have questions 'bout the answers to the questions?"
(This, you nitwit, is too many questions too fast with too much follow up. But of course you utterly fail to realize that fact.)
Loren's question about genetics makes you glance back at the man, your head tilted in brief thought as you consider the comparison. "Uhhh... no." No, that is definitely fairly wrong, but you smile at him anyway, happy he's trying to understand.
Lily is far closer to the right track: your nodding in response might be enough to pop your neck, and you begin to rock excitedly back and forth on your feet, the mud sloshing around you toes. "Yeah! Genes livin' things what they're gonna look like, an' how tall they'll be, an' whether they'll be more likely to get sick an' stuff like that. It's half from the Ma an' half from the Da. So half'a my genes are from Rae, an' half are from..." Well. You're not really sure who the other half is from, really. "A mortal that Rae chose t'mix their genetic material with." Y'know. Turkey baster style.
(This, you nitwit, is too many questions too fast with too much follow up. But of course you utterly fail to realize that fact.)
Loren's question about genetics makes you glance back at the man, your head tilted in brief thought as you consider the comparison. "Uhhh... no." No, that is definitely fairly wrong, but you smile at him anyway, happy he's trying to understand.
Lily is far closer to the right track: your nodding in response might be enough to pop your neck, and you begin to rock excitedly back and forth on your feet, the mud sloshing around you toes. "Yeah! Genes livin' things what they're gonna look like, an' how tall they'll be, an' whether they'll be more likely to get sick an' stuff like that. It's half from the Ma an' half from the Da. So half'a my genes are from Rae, an' half are from..." Well. You're not really sure who the other half is from, really. "A mortal that Rae chose t'mix their genetic material with." Y'know. Turkey baster style.
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