Echos

faelyn had seen her coming up the walkway, past the low stone wall and through the garden gate. It was a good deal smaller than the cabin they all had called home, little more than a bedroom, washroom, and living area. But still, it echoed of home. That was the benefits to living on the very outskirts of the city. He could do as he saw fit with the place, still remind himself of that lost home. That implies that it was not open for you, specifically, will-o-wisp. 

Stepping back from the curtains, Faelyn crossed the living space to hug his daughter, squeezing her just a bit before he let her go again. Come and sit, have some breakfast. I assume since you're so early you haven't set eaten. Athera was brought in around the deep, comfortable looking couch to cross into the hardly used kitchen, it's hearth devoid of a fire in the weather. Your Da should be home today or tomorrow. I'm not too sure when. There's been a lot to handle in the Free Marches. that was putting it lightly.