"Simon, c'mere my dear cub." I've forgotten Papa's original color, I asked Mum before and she said, "Papa's as brown as an acorn when he was younger," and I know she's hiding the truth from me. They must think they can fool me, but I'm smart, you see. I can easily discern whether someone is not from our world. And I know Papa isn't. His complexion is so pale it camouflage with our marble floors! And his hands are always cold, he is a wind spirit, no doubt. I bet he floats whenever I'm not looking around!

"My cub, where did that frown come...