Lost Creek Hollow I can see the sun through the open window.

Just how much had she inherited? How much of her was really Seabreeze, beyond her looks? It was a new concept but not so different from the physical aspects that were passed down, so she glommed on to it pretty quickly (considering how slow she typically seemed), and soon found herself filled with questions.

Personality traits — so you  mean, I'm not me? I'm my mama? Her brow furrowed. If she was a little bit of Seebee, then she'd be a little bit of her daddy too, which begged the question: Then who is Ibis? Am I different from mom and dad or -- did they just give me pieces of them? It was a little bit esoteric and made her head hurt a little bit, but she was invested now and very, very concerned. But after a moment of further thought she reached another conclusion: I guess... If they are good, then I am good, so that's all that matters.