She has her father eyes, everyone says. Those hard, blank eyes that appear all at once violent and uncaring and emotionless. The eyes of a woman who will do anything to achieve her goals, to tear her place into the world and leave the bleeding wound for all to remember her with. She has her mother's poise, everyone says. It is in the softness of her feathers, the graceful flip of her tail. But she knows better than them. She has her father's eyes, they all say, but they do not know she is far more than him.