I Am Never The First To Know

The answer to her query was quick to meet her ears, but not from the maw of the woman she'd asked. Instead, an aggressive, vaguely familiar looking male burst into their little cavern and was taken aback by the thunder cloud of a woman. A name escaped his lips. D?gmar. What a strange name, but it suited the unique lady quite well. The dark male asked about her, using the term brat without much thought. Excuse you, I'm only a brat to asshats like you, who completely deserve it. She thought grumpily to herself. However, it would be pointless to attempt to voice this thought, since D?gmar was already busily mocking the ram's skull the man wore upon his head. It was strange, she herself had never seen someone do anything like that. However, once again the attention fell upon herself. Then the bombs fell. The patchwork girl promptly choked on her own tongue, and her toxic green eyes flew wide open. This was her mother? She had a living mother?! A small squeak of surprise erupted from her parted jaws, which she hadn't noticed separating. As it was, her jaws were almost wide open. They opened and closed a few times, trying to make the words she was looking for. Nothing came to mind. She blinked a few times, and finally shut her mouth with a click. Sure, she'd had that little voice in the back of her mind poking suspicions ever since she'd first seen the woman, but she hadn't been prepared for such a sudden truth.
D?gmar turned to look at her, and all she could do was blink at her. No part of her mind registered the word mother with this woman's face, but one day it might be possible. Little did she know D?gmar had absolutely no interest in such a thing. A last name was all the thunder cloud of a woman offered, rather than something cliche or apologetic. That wasn't horrible, not really. "Ni- ice to meet you." She stuttered, voice rising an octave as she spoke. Then, without another word, the woman looked to the strange man. His name had been mentioned previously, was Hati. She knew that name... Was he one of her uncles? She felt like that was right, and if her current track record with assumptions was anything to go by, he probably was. She simply sat where she was, mind whirling and bouncing from place to place. Holy shit.




"Speech"

But the rest is forgotten