Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

Set finally looked at Cleo, noting the resemblance but not daring to say anything.

[spirit_queen]

"You can say it. I know you want to." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"She looks a bit like me; I know it's the hair. I don't get how that happened."

[spirit_queen]

"Ever heard of recessive geanes?" Osiris asked. "I just learned about the whole DNA thing recently myself... though it must be slightly different fotr deities."

[Miranda_]

"I've never heard of it in my life."

[spirit_queen]

"Oh, well, red hair is a 'hidden' trait that Isis and I apprently both have; that means it's in our blood but it doens't show. For this Cleo, when we had her, she inherited to parts of the hidden trait, which, ah, makes a whole, so it shows up." Osiris paused. "That's the simplest I can make it; if you want more, you'll have to look it up."

[Miranda_]

"I wouldn't understand it even if I did. And if you and Isis both have red hair, that doesn't show up, then you can stop being so nasty to me about mine."

[spirit_queen]

"I won't be able to now because of Cleo." Osiris said. "Here, how about a live and let live policy? I can't promise I'll be friends with you, but I won't be deliberately nasty anymore, okay?"

[Miranda_]

"I guess that's as good as it's going to get, but Isis won't agree to that, you know she won't."

[spirit_queen]

Osiris sighed. "I know. Andthere's really nothing I can do about her."