Maxwell Family Outting

The man had raised her, from an infant. She knew that he hadn't had to, that he could have left her out in the wilds and a wolf or something would have taken care of her. Gods knew that daughters, let alone elven ones that got left on a bar top, weren't always smiled upon in families. Thankfully, Coop hadn't been that sort or man, one that would let her die of exposure or having been ate -- but she knew that it had been no picnic for him, raising a child that neither looked like him, nor would have any of his personality. It took a special type of person to have done what he did, and Mina thanked all her lucky stars that he had.

Aww, thanks Coop, Mina smoothed her long tunic down, before tugging a cap down over her ears, and tucking her brain up inside. She was small enough, that she could pass for a male child, riding next to her dad into town. It would be enough that no one would look at them on the road and target them -- where as if she had gone in her dress, or left her hair free, they might have been deemed easy pickings -- she was having none of it. The last bits of her appearance sorted, she held her arm out for him, grinning. And you polish up quite nice as well, if I do say so myself, and I do say so.

She had started the statement with a clear ending, and then realized she circled back as she spoke, giggling a little -- she wasn't an actual child anymore, but Coop always made her feel like she was always going to be his little girl. She reckoned that would never change, even as life progressed.

@Cooper Maxwell