"A witch," Lia confirmed, a faint frown forming at the disbelief. Not out of offense, but rather out of a perplexed uncertainty as to how precisely to explain. The definitions and terms were so ingrained as to be second nature.

"You aren't, but there is something..." Half-blood, she wondered for an instant, and then discarded the notion. That wasn't right, either. Which left something that lay outside of her particular vocabulary. Thus, instead of simply leaving it implied, she asked, "What are you?"