Sunshine takes her hand back, feeling just a tiny bit disgruntled. Why is it that whenever she's in some potentially dire predicament, the guy (or vampire) who might have an answer for her indulges in brobdignagian pauses? It adds a nice layer of frustration to her own total ignorance regarding how she got here. Crossing her living room without so much as a scented candle burning really should not lead to any surprise trips through nowheresville to - to wherever she's supposed to be right now. Tamriel, was it? Not Canada, apparently.
"Definitely not," she confirms, because she's certain of that much. She narrows her eyes a little at his second question. There are plenty of options besides one-hundred-percent human, but unless someone is manifesting demon or peri traits in a pretty unmistakeable way, you don't ask. More to the point: unless someone is manifesting demon or peri traits in a pretty unmistakeable way, you don't know. There are people in New Arcadia who had no idea there was any demon blood in their family until they spontaneously grew horns at age thirty-five, so it's hard to say anything with absolute certainty.
Which really is a damn shame. Magic-handling genes and demon-cross genes tend not to play nicely with one another, and not knowing for sure that there's no demon blood on her mother's side of the family is a bit, uh... troubling. To put it mildly.
"Yeah," she guesses anyway, because she was going to turn out to be one of the criminally insane bad magic crosses, all that business with Bo would have probably set her off. "Why?" Because that's the other thing - demon or peri blood might cause you to grow wings or sew a seam that never unravels, but it tends not to take you on lengthy jaunts through space apropos of nothing.
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"Definitely not," she confirms, because she's certain of that much. She narrows her eyes a little at his second question. There are plenty of options besides one-hundred-percent human, but unless someone is manifesting demon or peri traits in a pretty unmistakeable way, you don't ask. More to the point: unless someone is manifesting demon or peri traits in a pretty unmistakeable way, you don't know. There are people in New Arcadia who had no idea there was any demon blood in their family until they spontaneously grew horns at age thirty-five, so it's hard to say anything with absolute certainty.
Which really is a damn shame. Magic-handling genes and demon-cross genes tend not to play nicely with one another, and not knowing for sure that there's no demon blood on her mother's side of the family is a bit, uh... troubling. To put it mildly.
"Yeah," she guesses anyway, because she was going to turn out to be one of the criminally insane bad magic crosses, all that business with Bo would have probably set her off. "Why?" Because that's the other thing - demon or peri blood might cause you to grow wings or sew a seam that never unravels, but it tends not to take you on lengthy jaunts through space apropos of nothing.