[He shakes his head. Vehemently. No, there are no others. Just the dragons themselves - and, with one exception, they were all bad news. He'd heard the emperors had dragon blood, but that line ended with Uriel Septim, a long time ago.]
Just... just dragons. I don't... know how that works. [He has no idea how he's related to dragons. Or if there was some weird magical ritual to do it.] M-my parents were Imperial - humans. And um. I'm... adopted.
[So anything about his biological parents is a big mystery. One he'd never felt any need to look into.]
Oh... Oh that doesn't sound bad. At all. [Kids getting sweets for putting on costumes? That sounds like a good holiday, as far as he's concerned!] Why did you not like it?
( Adopted, ahhh. Peter offers a soft little nod of understanding, quietly thoughtful. He can't help imagining what that must've been like... being raised by humans, when you're not the same species. And being the only one like yourself... )
Did you like it? Where you came from. ( Maybe it's a weird question, but... he doesn't like where he came from, and he's met lots of other people here who don't, either. People who would rather stay here than ever go back home. What a strange thought.
Speaking of not liking one's home— he gives another little smile but this one kind of doubles as a wince, and runs his hand back through his hair, a nervous habit. )
It wasn't too bad in itself, but... my parents were kind of hard to get along with. Well, my mom. She'd like.. guilt-trip me into doing stuff, you know? She'd send me to do stuff she didn't want to.
( He didn't mind taking Charlie around, but there was always that quiet little awareness that his parents made him be her parent, in a way. And he was too young. Resentments grew and spread quietly. )
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Just... just dragons. I don't... know how that works. [He has no idea how he's related to dragons. Or if there was some weird magical ritual to do it.] M-my parents were Imperial - humans. And um. I'm... adopted.
[So anything about his biological parents is a big mystery. One he'd never felt any need to look into.]
Oh... Oh that doesn't sound bad. At all. [Kids getting sweets for putting on costumes? That sounds like a good holiday, as far as he's concerned!] Why did you not like it?
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Did you like it? Where you came from. ( Maybe it's a weird question, but... he doesn't like where he came from, and he's met lots of other people here who don't, either. People who would rather stay here than ever go back home. What a strange thought.
Speaking of not liking one's home— he gives another little smile but this one kind of doubles as a wince, and runs his hand back through his hair, a nervous habit. )
It wasn't too bad in itself, but... my parents were kind of hard to get along with. Well, my mom. She'd like.. guilt-trip me into doing stuff, you know? She'd send me to do stuff she didn't want to.
( He didn't mind taking Charlie around, but there was always that quiet little awareness that his parents made him be her parent, in a way. And he was too young. Resentments grew and spread quietly. )