Wheeling Gull Isle what does it mean to be descendent of something monstrous

l'enfant is still a squirming ball of fat and fluff. her little eyes have opened weakly, revealing their puppy-blue irises, though she still cannot make sense of the world around her in more than confused jumbles of shapes of warmth. the absence of her primary comfort (though she still lacks a vocabulary for the warm-shape her developing mind knows it provides security) rouses her from her relatively calm-as-ever state and she begins to squall until the primary comfort is quickly replaced by something - something different, equally warm but not the primary comfort. her tiny voice quiets momentarily, evaluating the situation, and then she resumes her whines, baby-paws scrabbling at the secondary figure's ... shape. and thus, the complicated relationship between reed and her would-be father the witchdoctor begins not with a bang but with a disappointed whimper.