The warmth of the moonshine had spread like a wildfire through his body, loosening his tongue and making him forget that she would have no idea who it was he spoke of. Orion did not speak of his family often, and never to strangers, though as long as Lucia had been travelling with Nik- or so she had made it seem- his fuzzy mind decided it was okay to talk about it.
"My father." A small shrug came from him as if it were no big thing before running his fingers through his hair self-consciously. "We're both phoenixes... I guess I'm the first one born-born in a very long time." Orion grabbed a beer bottle from the small cooler under the table beside him, taking a swig from it to chase the moonshine.
The boy knew a lot about the rules of monsters, yet that knowledge had been passed from Violetta and therefore had been tinged with the superstitious beliefs of a Romani witch. Any knowledge of his own kind had not been passed along by his father because in the ten years he had known him, half had been spent believing he had taken after his mother and the other half had been Talbot ignoring those details of his life.