Perhaps Natiya had such an intricate view of the world - a place within it - and yet Enoch had been left to exist on whatever plane he so desired; he questioned his father, his mother, his sister and all others with little regard for their feelings on the matter. He drifted, he roamed, he stayed within the den for however long he chose to - in his world, he both existed and did not. He had never been given direction to do otherwise, simply allowed to exist, a conundrum in and of itself. All he knew were the most rudimentary of rules: Glorall was home, a home in which his father was king, his mother's bite was her word and his sister's desires were his own. Those were it and so, had he known that she struggled to find her hierarchy between the pair of them, he might have been quick to assert that it was not he that was above her. In any case, she had a voice that sung as beautiful as any bird and thus had a worth beyond a boy with a dead eye, no?

Today though, he had found it within himself to be quite rude it seemed; despite her protests, obvious one's at that, he had no intention to let such a rare opportunity slip away. He cannot help but grin at her no. He had not expected such fire from her, a sudden juxtaposition to her lowered stance. In any case, he hummed beneath his breath for a moment as she seemed to flinch in anticipation. His head tilted from one side to the other, considering the sound and her response before he nodded suddenly. "It is not his though." He shrugged then, a small gesture before he focused his hazed, dead eye towards where the sound had come. He stared for some moments, intense though he sees nothing but the abyss beyond. "Is he your king?" His question had been spoken with innocence as he turned back to her then, his good eye focused on her as he drank in the unusualness of her.

It seemed strange to ask such questions of another but it had simply become his nature - he must get all that he can from every conversation, assured to return to the silence of his mother in no time at all. Besides, he wants to know just who this brother is and why she had ducked so low at a simple noise. "I can help." He issued with another nod, stiff and awkward as he settled further into place, like a stone almost, "I can help keep it clear." Clear from what? He does not know. It barely even crosses his mind that he might be the thing that needs clearing.