Enoch visibly bristled at the man's next words, and she pretended not to see the half a dozen sets of eyes that flickered to her. Why did she suddenly feel so very self-conscious? It could be the fact that this stranger, who fell from the sky in a dragon's skull and lived, had just announced that she had the blood of a God in her veins.

“That's not possible.” Enoch said, though her voice wasn't near as strong as she'd hoped it would be. “My mother was a member of the tribe, and my father was a a traveler.”

“And what [i]kin[/i] do you speak of? You can't mean whatever God you claim relates to her, you said you weren't one.” Aarav predictably pointed out. 

Pandu looked from Enoch to Aarav, then to the stranger, clearly uncertain. Little had been known about Enoch's sire, only that he showed up and drew himself to Leili, and left shortly after he'd impregnated the woman. He'd always found the entire situation odd. And it was not uncommon for the Gods to descend and shift the fates of the mortals. He looked back to Enoch, who was staring back at him as if waiting for him to stand up for her. When Pandu kept quiet, Enoch flushed red and crouched, wrapping her arms around her knees. 

Aarav seemed to grow red, as well, as he glanced back to the withdrawing Enoch, then rounded to face the stranger. “She's not some God's bastard! She's one of us. You have the wrong information. She's no diff—“

“Aarav.” Enoch rose to stand again, cutting off her companion. He turned around, looking cross. “Shut up.” 
Looking crosser, still, and now shocked, Aarav gaped as Enoch turned around, walked up the dune, crossed over the peek, and kept walking, heading back for the village. 
“Wha-” Aarav gaped. “Enoch!” Mithi turned and followed Enoch, jogging to catch up to her. Aarav turned back around to glare at the stranger with the dragon head.