Lenore blushed and giggled a bit at Erebus’ question. “Oh. Just a bit of fighting with a squirrel. Nothing much.” She tucked her red scaly wings, studying Erebus as discreetly as she possibly could; Lenore’s bright eyes tried to take in every inch of him. “Just having fun with my light, really. Practice is always good, but if it comes in the form of fun it’s especially entertaining.” She tried for a light, relaxed smile, one that would endear her to Erebus if she wasn’t already. “Do you have any bloodlines, now? I’m a kitsune, Dracarae, and Elemental.” All three from Hazel. She really looked like her mother, both in bloodlines and in the rest of her appearance, not that she was complaining. Hazel was stunning. But Lenore wished to know her father’s identity. She couldn’t know if she looked exactly like Hazel.

“In the night, the stormy night.”