[It's a deep relief when she says she won't mention the wings anymore; she is not an Eliatrope, and certainly not close enough to allow the hat being taken off, so even knowing that they've been seen is a bit shameful. There's a reason they wear hats even among their own kind, and even while they sleep; it's vulnerable to have one's literal soul exposed.]

[What he is is a more comfortable topic, and one filled with deep personal pride.] I am an Eliatrope. And what that means - essentially, we are a race of beings born of the Goddess Eliatrope and the Great Dragon, the two forces of movement and still, life and death. As her Children, our Mother gifted us with-- [He puts a hand in front of himself, creating a small blue circle; Lapis might note that it's rimmed with spiritual energy. Another appears on his other side, and he sticks his hand through to demonstrate that it's a portal.] --A certain power to control said life-force, or wakfu, just to make our lives a bit easier.

And you? [With a gentle smile.] Are you a human, or something a bit different?