She explains that she does not know her father and how no one speaks of him. I almost laugh, but it comes out more of a sneering cough. ”Father? Who gives a shit?” I say bluntly. Bad man? She may not realize that it is the female that is most perfect and worthy. She is a descendant of Ava- even if it is through Eden. That is what matters most. I keep my head lifted, smirked, but my eyes show how serious I am.
”You are of Ava. That is all that matters. You come from what she created. Bad man or not, it does not matter. It is HER blood that is strongest,” I say without hesitation and with a firmness that comes completely natural. She is getting into this...purity business, and I know my mother does speak about finding good blood...but in the end, I believe the best blood wins out. Perhaps her doubt in this is her weakness, which brings a narrowing to my eyes.
”Your blood is pure if you are strong and are like Ava is- do not let your doubt cloud you,” I say, now starting to shrug some. ”I don’t know my father and Ava never speaks of him. My other siblings don’t know either- I mean she may had mentioned him once just due to it being a fact but it is largely irrelevant. I don’t give a rat’s ass about him- he doesn’t matter and never will,” I say harshly, not exactly towards her, but towards the concept of fathers to being with. I can tell her not to care about things that don’t matter all I want, it doesn’t mean the younger girl will listen to me.
She says thought that her paws will warm up. Obviously she is too young to have seen animals frozen solid before. I scoff. ”Sure, they are your paws,” I say, cracking my neck, watching as she goes into the water and allowing it to crash at her paws. I prefer not to be stung by the cold if I didn’t have to, and clams works over time for me anyway. Eventually she catches some bony thing of a fish and I throw my right paw up as I continue to lay in the sand somewhat lazily, but elegantly naturally.
”Well look here, Mrs. Doubter of her blood,” I say with sly eyes, teasing her from her own previous doubt. ”Do you talk yourself down on purpose?” I ask, knowing full well it could certainly be a strategy to fool others. She is of Ava, and female, it would not surprise me one bit. She offers for us to eat together. My belly still desires a bit of food, and I am not too prideful. Perhaps it is a way to bring my younger family member closer. Why fish myself if I can have someone else do it for me anyway?
I lift my great form from the sand, shaking it off before stepping forward to examine the creature she caught. Fish were always...odd looking, dead on arrival looking creatures. I wrinkle my nose. ”So ugly,” I comment, leaning down to take a nibble from the fish. I did not take much though, but it is enough. I lift my head and step back a step. ”Enjoy your kill, just be aware, dying from the cold is real, freezing your paws off is real. You are young, and perhaps you have not seen it, just be aware of your risks, hm? Sometimes, a little sand in your mouth is worth keeping your paws from falling off,” I say simply, ensuring she at least knows about it. She is only a year or so, and although she may be aware it exists she may not realize how real of a threat it can be...and so far, I think I like my little niece and it would be a shame if I would find her frozen on the beach one day.
((Just pretend I did the Latin, I ran out of time >.>))