Etheyl Woodwell Sat Aug 29, 2015 12:34 am
Etheyl's eyes flick to the sandwiches. "Val, mind if I...?"
Assuming there is no protest, Etheyl slides her hand out to grab a sandwich and munches contentedly alongside her milk. Tastes like childhood.
Etheyl listens cautiously to the exchange in the doorway, throwing a glance with narrowing eyes over her shoulder. She didn't get a lot of the conversation, but something about the situation set off some alarm bells in her head. Still, she wasn't about to tackle the poor delivery boy and smash the cake just on a passing suspicion. Everyone else seemed to have their own dose of suspicion anyway, so she'd trust them to handle it for now.
Though noticeably more alert, Etheyl turns back to Lexa's note.
She chuckles. "Always a tough question. But...ahm...I guess the beginning is usually the best place to start." Etheyl stops, tilting her head. "I don't know why it didn't occur to me while I was asking you about it, but the day I celebrate as my birthday could very well not be my 'real' one either.
"I tend to go on about my family a lot, so it wouldn't surprise me if I've mentioned this already, but the couple who raised me definitely are not my birth parents. I'd never fool anyone otherwise--my dad is a gnome and my mom is a dark-skinned, teal-haired eladrin. I doubt I look anything like the combination of those genetics. In any case, I know nothing about my birth parents, and have never cared to dig it up. I don't even know all the details about my adoption, really, because...I don't know, I just don't care. It doesn't matter to me. They are my blood, but not my family. That gnome, and that eladrin? They're my mom and dad.
"I actually got into some fights over it even, as a kid. The other children at the public school, or the teachers, might ask about my 'real parents', and I would argue it round and around that, no, Klumn and Viviana are my real parents. They'd get frustrated and try to convince me that they can't be my real parents. I'd still stand my ground. They'd insist that they couldn't have given birth to me, so they weren't my real parents. I'd stare them down and ask what that has to do with anything. Eventually insults would get exchanged, childish stubbornness turned aggressive, and after so many notes home, mom and dad pulled me out of public school," she said with a small, guilty grin.
"Luckilly they're pretty damn well-learned themselves, so they were able to teach me and raise me well. I don't think they were all that torn up about me leaving school, but they did seem to regret that I lost out on the social aspect. But I still got around, made friends...like I said before, on the boat, I was given a very blessed start in life. I've...never felt the 'absence' of my birth-family at all. I had a family. Blood...didn't determine who that was."
