Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

lmao I forgot to point out that you got my 200th

An explanation for his belief was offered, and Alastor fell silent in favour of listening. He had not suspected that his speaking of another language might have been to blame, for the boy's language had been just as foreign to the Greek as the Greek's had apparently been to him. It was due, in part, to his eyes as well, it seemed. Within his family, the colour was not an uncommon feat. He was made to remind himself that every culture was different, and that any sorts of thoughts could transpire should one not be accustomed to viewing a specific appearance or hearing a certain language. "Oh," he'd murmured, the confusion having slowly begun to slip away from his features. He understood now, to a certain extent.

"The language I spoke is the tongue of my family, my home," began the elder. "Ελληνικά. It is Greek." The language was spoken with far more ease than English was, for there was familiarity within it. Though he'd been taught the common tongue growing up, it had never been anything more to him than a necessary way of getting his meaning across. "Do you still think that I'm a witch?" Each side had explained themselves, and so, of course, he was curious.