Wildfires and Weeds

Akibrus reached for Lyric's hand, as she stepped closer to him. He'd squeeze her fingers, his grasp loose enough for her to pull away if she wanted. She defended their lifestyle; defended having him in their daughters' life. And it infuriated the man, that the mother of his child had to defend his place in that child's life from someone that could give the girl a better life than him, financially.

But he was quiet, staring at the back of Lyric's head as she addressed the Magister. Clever girl. Lyric had always known how to work a room, and yet people usually underestimated her because she was so clumsy, so nice, so trusting.

The other man spoke of something with a dog, and he arched an eyebrow, wondering what kind of 'thing' Tiberius had dealt with involving Lyric and animals. I never claimed you were a monster, Magister. His words were quiet, and his fingers tightened around Lyric's hand as Tiberius touched her chin, tipping her head so that their gazes met.

I am fine relocating with my daughter. But you will not claim her in any right. He stated, tempted to yank Lyric backwards away from the man. He didn't like how Tiberius touched her; as if he owned her.

The last statement said made him snort. It would be easiest to explain my presence, if I move onto the property. He'd go along with it. It let him stay close to Lyric, and ensured that she got to see their daughter.

I can garden, but my expertise is working with magical items and teaching. Did someone in this family require full-time tutoring?

@Lyric Oatshield @Tiberius Umbra