"So... do you know a lot of your kind?" He asked, unsure how to approach that subject, but as they were discussing it his mind focused on it. Orion never really talked about his lack of direction when it came to his species nor the issues that surrounded it. The boy had learned early in life that it was better to accept the bad with a shrug and move forward. It got him through the thick of life events that would have been devastating for most.
Losing his father to a fae and then his mother dying of heartbreak could have destroyed him as easily as it had destroyed her. He had not had time to learn anything about his kind and his breed was so rare to be born that there were no others to find out more from. All he really knew was the basics of himself.