"Not really. If anything, she upset me," Orion grumbled. "She said I'm basically a plainfolk. Borderline insult. Does she have a personality issue or something? One time, she acted all nice. Other times, she act like a proud person?"
Azzy chuckled softly, then stopped when he saw Orion wasn't joking. The boy looked genuinely troubled.
"Come," he said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get some air."
He guided him out of the banquet hall and onto the open balcony. The wind was cool and crisp, a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. Stars scattered across the sky like silver dust.
Azzy leaned against the railing. "Talk to me. What's the problem?"
Orion nodded. "How should I start? Okay, I'm your son. You're this, this-this celestial-level demigod thing. So why am I…"
