He is large for his age, his body acting as though he would be some towering darkness in his adulthood, but already the growing pains had started to dull. He had quite a bit to grow, of course, but the initial growth spurt seemed to be nearing a close. He stands there as Chimeras approaches with golden eyes that gleamed as bright as his smile as she approached. "Hello there. I'm Chimeras. I'm one of the herd mares here beneath Cain. Is that your father?"

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, utterly unafraid of someone he’s seen enough times in groups and smelled a few times on his brother Carbon. He nodded emphatically, though he seemed to be growing out of the question-asking phase he had adopted the last time she’d seen him. "Of course he is! My momma and da loved each other so much that da helped momma make me out of AAAAAAALL that love before it could escape and make a star in the sky!"

At this moment, he turns and peeks at his mom, scootching closer in and whispering loudly, "Though I think they made me in mommas cave, ‘cause I got all the extra shadowyness, you know… I am even darker than Vulcan and I don’t get sunkissed like he does either." He explains, for all the world like he had taken dictation in some seminar regarding his own making. "Do you love my da? Momma says I shouldn’t ask, but she doesn’t know if she and da will make any more like me -- she says that its up to da and he’s SOOOOOOOOOO BUSY. She said she can’t do it by herself, but she always seems fine to do OTHER things by herself...."

So about growing out of the habit of asking a million questions-- turns out he’s grown into telling grand creative explanations for the wild things that happened in his world.