The Heartwood i'm having a breakdown, drinking at a playground; tequila for one

The question brings a reaction Zephyr all too familiar with; odd boy that he is, this warms him to his apparent sister. Half sister? It doesn't matter, really. Even if their only shared connection is a mutually hated mother, he's already decided it's one he wants to capitalize on. I didn't like her much, either, He offers with a wry half-smile at her expression. I'm Zephyr. You? Oh, and — There's something you should know about me, since you're... my sister. I may look and smell like a woman, but I'm not. I guess that's confusing for some people, but I don't care if anyone understands it. Just don't call me 'she' or 'her' or anything like that.