father-daughter dances are supposed to be more fun

Peaceful for you. And what of the rest of us? What of your wife, Child, the Family? Questions that he didn’t need answers for since witnessing it first hand. Your suffering doesn’t excuse you from acting so selfishly.

As Mal returned with the food he laughed, the sound hollow, but he nodded. Pride can be fickle. He observes, mostly. Yours, wishes it’s own life by it’s demeanor. Engulf her completely and wear her skin to enjoy the world on its own terms. It was not something he could see himself allowing. She is fine. He’d reassure, irritation slipping into his tone. He preferred not to have to repeat himself, yet in her state it was forgivable.

He will keep an eye on her. He’s already a well accomplished babysitter, what is one more? Mal’s brow rose, understanding that her brother had been sneaking Annie off for uncle-niece time for a while. Eat. You are going to need your strength. This training will exhaust you. There was no handbook when it came to Mind magic, and while Mal had no doubts she’d rise to the occasion, it would be a long road, filled with frustration and doubt.

@Novella Tilani