He couldn’t deny that she wasn’t pretty, hardly. The boy hadn’t even really noticed her paw and even if it was something that he really took notice of his mother was a healer and he knew everyone was different. The was a blind boy, a mute girl and a deaf boy all residing within the pack and though Amoxtli didn’t know them all that well personally he figured they were just as normal as anyone else was. Heimdallr wanted to be a warrior like he did and he was fully blind, truly that make him more special than he was. She seemed really normal, just like any other girl but at the same time not. Perhaps merely it was because she was family.

Amoxtli was happy she dropped the subject of him being a prince though. It made him nervous and feels rather… meek. He was far lesser than that of his siblings, he was just meant to be a protector, like his father had named him. Still the tan pelted boy thought that maybe Dexter should have been born first, been more deserving of his father’s ‘first son’ and child. Perhaps he belittled himself too much, or just compared himself too strongly with everyone else while not really looking at his own strengths.

She seemed so cheerful though and pleased that he said he liked princesses but still she seemed a little sad when it came to her family. He didn’t understand, whenever he spoke of his family it brought him so much joy. He didn’t know anyone that was sad. Even his father talked fondly of his elder sisters and his parents from Nahuatl. His mother didn’t talk much of her former mates but sometimes she would mention his older half siblings he never met except for Holo. He knew there were some even in Diveen but most were in his Mother’s old home. But they were grown ups and he would like to meet them but it didn’t bother him that he didn’t know them.

”That seems hard not to know so much of your family. I though most of the Angels except a few like you and Solaris lived in Diveen.” He said with a tilt of his head. How could they all just… ignore one anther when living in the same pack. Together. The whole pack was essentially family after all, at least that was what he had gathered from the conversations about it. Most of it was made up of the angels that lived there. ”That seems… sad.” He said with a frown on his face, feeling sorry for her he would love to have a larger family but perhaps once too large it made them all more strangers than family.

She seemed to fall in step with him, again he didn’t even notice a difference in her gait trained or just a general used to it. His ears dipped back against his head as she corrected him. ”Sorry.. Shiloh.” He said sheepishly taking his two worlds away from her letting the bright green and sunset orange wander away for a moment before she continued. She was happy here and that was good, Amoxtli let a smile sneak onto his maw and his dark tail gave a little wave. ”I am happy you like it here. I like Taviora too, it’s my home and I don’t want to leave my family, and I am not sure what you mean.. make a name for myself?” He tilted his head but still he continued she asked him about his familyright?

”My family by comparison to yours is very small… Least here in Moladion. Father has two sisters back where he’s from and I have a few half siblings through Mother around apparently. She says they live in Diveen. There are more apparently back at her old home before Moladion too, but they are all a lot older than me and she hasn’t even seen them in a long time apparently.” He didn’t know why he was talking so much, but she had asked him for it so why not? He generally just waited back but never had he had the chance for a prolonged one on one conversation before. Amoxtli paused at that shaking his head slightly. This is where sometimes he got strange looks from strangers. He did his best to no say how much older his half siblings were, he was pretty sure the one in Diveen was his father’s age at least. He wasn’t sure why everyone thought his mother and father were strange, but he never agued for them.