Special thanks to GratefullyDead and Insanemistosingsmore for giving me ideas for X. ^.^ Guess what, guys! Two more letters left!
"What is she, father?" the little boy asks, gesturing at the woman in the sitting room. The man looks up from his paperwork, taking a moment to glance at his son and then at the woman he gestured at. His eyes soften as he stares, then turns back to the patiently waiting child at his desk-side.
"She is a human. A xeno in our world," he says, watching for the lad's reaction. As he expected, the young eyebrows furrow close to each other and his head cocks to the side.
"A xeno, father?"
"A foreigner," he explains, "someone who does not belong to our people." The crease between the boy's brows lessen, and he takes another look at the woman.
"She does not have pointed ears," he notes, and his father nods. "She also refuses the ways of logic." The man cannot suppress a smile at this, but quickly hides it as the boy turns back to him.
"Is she a bad thing?" his tiny voice questions, and the elder's brows shoot to his hairline. He takes a moment to study the child before him, so full of innocence and so easily influenced, and says, "No, son. She is not."