"PĂșca," Brendan corrected with a chuckle. "And yeah, I'm half. I met my father just a few months ago, when this whole sneezing-thing started. It wasn't very, you know, illuminating." He shrugged. "It didn't feel as if he cared much about being a father. My mom warned me about that, that he wouldn't be very paternal."
Brendan sat up, stretching his long limbs. "But most of it feels almost natural, right? The whole changing into animals-deal, it's almost... I can do it, easily. And if there's more about this, I don't know yet. There's not many pĂșca around and, according to the lore here, accounts on what their offspring get up to vary."