"Yeah? Other things like what?"

"Ummmm. Ghosty!" says Pen, who identifies "Ghosty" as both the individual's name and as her apparently single-person species. "Annnnd dragon. And magic... thing, forget word. And red tallest one have wings! And Beast have softs. But, mostly mortals."

He laughs. "How 'bout that. A dragon, really? How big?"

Pen looks around for something to compare Ansharil to. "He big. Other dragons more big..."

"Taller'n me? Taller thannn two of me?"

Pen eyeballs his height. "Yyyyes. Except, dragon, so - tall wrong word."

"Yeah, I bet," he says. "Still, that's pretty big."

"Yeah!"

He grins down at her.

Pen skips a little. "Mommy find me," she assures him. "You too. Then you meet Daddy, all daddies. There parties!"

"Parties, huh?"

"Ah-huh! Last party in space plant in Thilun - Thilsh - in dragons world. Tall red wing one daddy make plants."

...He giggles. "Space plant?"

"Yes!"

"Is that by any chance a plant, in space?"

"Yes!" crows Pen, skipping again.

He giggles some more.

"Mommies some different things. Not so many. Witch mommy, vampire mommy. New one can be swan! But mortal elsewise."

"And 'mortal' means human, same as me?"

"Yeah. Angels," she gestures with one hand, "mortals." She gestures with the other hand. "Funny other worlds things," she adds with a gesture in a third location.

"Gotcha."

"How far place?"

"Not far."

"Faster fly?" asks Pen, spreading her wings questioningly.

"For you, maybe, but you don't know where it is," he says.