09-27-2008, 10:13 PM
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Well, that explained the particular shade of her eyes. They reminded her of Ahren's and of Anselm's, though now she could keenly see the resemblance between them. It made them relatives, albeit distantly. “It could have come from the other side of the mountain. Before the fire, back a couple of years ago, my father was the leader of a pack called Chimera. We had a barn of horses back then, this could be one of them or maybe the offspring of one of them.” She didn't recognise the horse, but that didn't mean it wasn't possible. It had been a long while since she had ridden one, let alone dealt with one. But that aside, she pondered the first topic again. “Does he know that you're his daughter?” She couldn't imagine how someone would take that kind of information. Instinct told her in the best way possible, but Anselm didn't overly strike her as the kind to have children who were just lying around… but she didn't really know him that well either.[/html]