"My father is Sylvanus, king of the nature spirits, and from what I've read here topside, he's also in charge of fertility and equal division of land. Whatever helps plants grow, or is technically the soul of a plant is under his domain. Dryads, nymphs, nixies. Andivad calls it the Dryad kingdom because that's primarily what he sticks his dick in," said Luc with a smirk, looking over his shoulder at her. "But we're more than that. Hell, here in London, you can't throw a stone without hitting a grotesque of my father. You've even got one on your building, and that's because humans like to be reminded of spring and summer. As for me, I'd technically fall under the category of satyr," he smirked. "The half goat thing's mostly a myth, though we've got some pretty weird looking creatures in the woods back home. Satyrs tend to be mostly human looking, but somewhere along the way, a human figured that what is hung like livestock should have the legs of livestock."