Thanks for re-posting! <3
This adult was definitely trustworthy, Legacy decided. Young as she was, she could understand that he was trying to protect her from making the same mistake. He wasn't related to her or even knew who she was, so he had no specific motive to be nice that she could think of. She slid into a comfortable lying position on her stomach, forepaws neatly outstretched. Sociable, she was always looking for someone to talk to, or argue with as the case may be. She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Why were you bored? Is it 'cause you're on your own?" It seemed so simple to her. Maybe it was naivete that told her life could be perfect, could be complete, if you just knew the right people. His first question was tricky, though, for this same reason. Legacy knew she should reply soon, or else he might think she was ignoring him. But how could she talk about her parents in the plural, when obviously her father had not been the 'right people'. If he had been, he would not have left them. She couldn't really remember ever having had a convincing explanation as to why. It was a difficult topic, having happened before she was really old enough to understand anything, and Legacy had yet to truly demand answers- didn't want to accidentally tread on old broken glass when the actual glass, the family she had, was enough for her already.
A three-month vocabulary couldn't deal with this, perhaps fortunately for Kieran, so she just gave a small sigh and told him "My Momma can shift." There was a slight trace of pride there, as if insinuating there wasn't much that her momma couldn't do. She didn't know enough about the shifting process to know that if one parent could do it, the other certainly could; so she didn't know how to continue. "An' my father..." The words were left hanging in the crisp air.
