Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

She wonders who taught him that; two languages instead of one. It was rarely for fun; mostly out of necessity or a desire to cling to tradition. It makes her intrigued about him, and his past. Where had Nyx or Damien (or perhaps both of them) taken him from? Did he come willingly or was coerced, or taken in during a time of need?

She didn't ask, not now, but nods to his other question, another smile crossing her face. It is quickly nullified when he frowns deeply after her statement. He is attached to Nyx, she is a source of stability and protection and learning. She notes with a bit of relief that, even though he took offense to her words, her advice still had merit in his mind. Is Nyx your...mother? She shakes her head at that; Nyx is too young. Guardian?