Cyrus's eye twitched. He... couldn't keep his children?<span style="font-style: italic">His</span>children? He was silent for a few moments. Luckily, Herald was speaking, so it didn't seem weird for him to be quiet. He understood the risk in keeping them, and many would call him selfish, but he honestly didn't care. They were<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>. He wasn't going to let someone take them. It was almost funny to him. His kids weren't even born yet and he was already protective of them. He didn't voice his objections, however and when Herald asked his race, he'd reply immediately, his voice not even showing a hint of the bubbling anger inside him.<br/><br/>"My father is human. My mother was an elf. I guess people around here would call me a "half elf."" Cyrus held his hand out to Atticus. "My pipe." Atticus handed him his pipe, which Cyrus proceeded to light with a flame conjured from his finger. He sat down, continuing to pet Wiflor. His touch was a little more tense than before. But his tone and demeanor were actually rather pleasant.