Brigit smiles. "You do you, makes no difference to me," Brigit said as Emily stated her orientation. Brigit didn't care about it, they were still family after all, and it didn't affect her view on the little mechanic in the slightest.
The smile faded a bit as her Lunar sister asked about her father. After a small pause, Brigit shook her head.
"My father may not be of the People," she says, "but he believes in the Izidakh's goals as much as my grandfather does. If he found out I was alive, I'd be a stain on the lineage. Which means very painful, forceful conversion or death if they find me. It's part of the reason Renauld chose to dump me in Cali. Keeps me away from Idaho. And them. If I do encounter more Pure here, there's less of a chance they'll know who I am... though the lack of an auspice still marks me as a traitor."
Then little Brigit's eyes light up a bit at the offer for a spar down the road.
"I'm down," she says. "Who knows? Maybe I could give you pointers."
Brigit winks, pointing a finger gun Emily's way before pulling back a long drink from her beer. Once she's done, she wipes her mouth before visibly pausing. After a moment she cants her head away from Blue and let's a burp rip. Then, without apology, she goes back to her pizza.
"Nate. too," she says between bites, "I remember him saying he wasn't good with the tooth and claw thing. I won't maul him, but if you ever need someone to show him a few swings... I'm around. I won't take it too easy on him though. They won't."
A finger points out to the window to nothing in particular. Nonetheless, Brigit trusts who she means by they. The Pure and their allies won't stand idly by if they sense one of the Call is weak. They had a duty to prepare Nathaniel as a pack.
Whether he likes it or not.
Enough shop talk, Bridge.
Yeah... you're right.
Brigit's eyes turned to the photos as Emily explains her origins and her teacher. A stray thought then comes to the Once-Pure. What if she had been allowed to develop on her own in similar fashion to her Crescent friend? How different would she had been if she wasn't pushed into becoming what her grandfather wanted.
"Sounds... nice," she says almost flatly, though a sense of genuine honesty remains. Looking back to Emily, Brigit manages a small smile, "Where I'm from, we weren't allowed to really... find our own way. You followed the faith and saw to the compound's needs. If you faltered in either? You were punished and made to make penance. If you failed at both? Well... that depended on how the pack was feeling at the time. Either option wasn't a good one though."
Banishment after being beaten or Death.. but Emily didn't need to know that.
"Sorry don't mean to put a damper on the evening. Really! I'm having a good time," Brigit says, her tone coming through with genuine excitement, "I guess I'm still adjusting to the idea that a lot of the People weren't raised like me."
Then an amused look crossed Brigit's features as Emily encouraged her to... claim her partner.
"What makes you think I haven't?" she said with a chuckle, "Do I need to show you the picture again? I said before that I wasn't sure what we were, but, I mean, with all the stress lately and him being there. Well... yeah."