Lamia had no intention of being a threat to them. No, Elohim was of her former home, and his child of Glorall as well. She had been such a child once, yet she had spent more time in Iromar and Asteraia when she was of a similar age as Esther. Odd how the world does things, she mused to herself. All the same, her posture remained neutral, no threatening. The male might be of a position of power, yet she never felt the need to cower or show such posturing to establish her place. Her littermate liked to force it, but in the end, Lamia brushed such things away. The end result was the young woman she was now: non-threatening, yet secretly quite capable.

She nodded every so slightly in agreement to the father's statement to his daughter. No need to fear the world or the unknown, but it never hurt to take things with a grain of salt or with a bit of caution if the situation warranted. The girl's query, it seemed to fit the thought process to the conversation. "Yes, but no. It is a learned thing, not an innate thing," she replied with a smile. Curiosity was a gift that was snuffed out of Rangda quite quickly, yet less so out of herself or Amon. Her darker coated sister had been groomed to follow their mother's pawsteps because she showed the right attitude. While even as a small pup, Lamia was rather disinterested in playing politics. She knew them, understood them, but she never cared to sway others with words filled with truths laced with the right tone to sway another towards her own ultimate goal. No, such things were harmful, even if it wasn't a lie.

Her kaleidoscopic gave shot quickly from Esther to Elohim to his own response to her words of Matianak. So he knew, or at least he was intelligent enough to infer. "Neither," she said. Her smile seemed more triumphant now. It was an odd thing for her to actually say it out loud for once, especially to someone who her mother would quite readily try to since her claws into. "I broke the mold, would not be shaped the way she desired," Lamia explained, "In the end, she could not keep me under her paw. I can only imagine how furious she was that day. The day a mother no longer had control over her smallest daughter."

The chocolately hued woman wondered if such boldness in her words would adjust either of their attitudes. She was not aware of the relationship between herself and Esther at this point, and there was no reason in lying to the girl. "I don't know, little one. Your father and I are not kin, but I don't know who your mother is, so I cannot say for certain if we are," she said. It was the truth. There was nothing hidden in her words. What she had heard and what had been said were two different things. Lamia had come upon them at the mention of her mother, what more there was to that was now a curiosity indeed. This had started to turn in a way she had not expected.