[And that was certainly something to be pleased about. He didn't really like the idea of D'Arcy Ketilriðr having hold of his niece for an extended period of time. Or for a few seconds. Or for one second.]
But-- honestly, Magra, you've got to think this sort of thing-- [a brief interruption; there's a rather loud mass of bleating just outside the window now] --all the way through.
[ the bleating of sheep, the follow up of people cursing as they chased the wayward animals down, makes it difficult for her to keep a smile off her face. ]
I was panicking! I had to do something or she would have had me at the scruff of my neck. [ making her snap decision on releasing the herd justifiable in her head. it could have been much worse. she could have tried out the new firecrackers she had made. you know. the ones that were more of firestarters than anything.
fidgeting a bit in place, she tries to look over her dad's shoulder and see if feilim is back yet. no. where is he? ]
[And this, of course, is the difference between them. The sheep make her smile--and make him absolutely let out a frustrated sigh between thinned lips.
The question makes him relent slightly, brow still furrowed but lips no longer frowning quite so deeply.]
[That makes her look at him proper again, a quizzical expression on her face. To be fair he is her dad. Of course he's going to be worried.]
They'll make me clean out the pen for a week or more but I don't think they'll get that mad at me. [Too mad, she hopes.
She's done much more annoying things to them in that past. Mostly running off when they try to rope her into making traps and hiding from them so they gave up.]
Probably. [Which doesn't stop the worry. It doesn't stop the furrow in his brow. It doesn't stop him from reaching out to gently catch briefly hold of her chin, with the same sort of gesture he'd been making since she was a much younger child.] But not if you get-- caught for this sort of thing too often, you understand?
[Particularly not while getting in trouble with the Chief's daughter.]
[ her response is automatic, quick and easy because this has happened in the past and is something she's used to. tilts her head up and then to the side, lets another smile come to her face in the wake of his concern. mostly out of a sense of relief to know he still cares. though it must not do any wonders to his heart when she does things like these. ]
Yes. Don't let her catch me next time when I'm sneaking back here from the forests. [ and to keep her head down, if possible, when it comes to stuff like village politics. ] There's a reason to this, you know. Trust me!
[ she makes a mock sound of hurt that is followed up by an expression of indignation at the suggestion she wasn't careful. of course she is!
she's his after all. ]
If I managed to live this along even when Feilim is trying to squish me to death, I'll manage a bit longer. [ there is an actual tone of agitation when inevitably bringing up the height difference between her and the beanpole. it's just not fair at times. ]
I don't want you to just live, though. [Which is an old, tired response, he knows, but it's one he can't help trotting out now.] I want you to live well.
[Doing what she wanted, obviously--and without anyone trying to stop her from living however the wound up being.]
Is Cynric's shoulder available for slumping on. He's going to slump even if it isn't available for slumping on.] It's no worse than that monster we've got in the novelty display.
[ let her die. be it from horror or mortification or thunder striking her where she stands. just let her dieeee.
pleeeeease.
magra looks at the book he was holding in his hands, the subject so obvious in its title that it hurt her a little bit. stupid delivery service guy not asking for her. ]
Give me the book and we can forget this ever happened.
Long as you're involved in my life, I am living well. [ who else would let her learn as she wanted to? who else would understand the look of irriration and fear when she heard some of the dragon slayers brag about their latest kill?
who else but him? no one, that's who. it's why she she tiptoes a bit to kiss his cheek. ]
I love you too, dad. I promise you that what I'm doing out there is very much worth the--
[ baaaaaa! ] --that out there. It's going to big! Bigger than the beacons I made last year!
[Unfortunately, there is no being swallowed up into the earth for this one. There's just an incredibly uncomfortable legal guardian still standing with evidence that she's getting to stop being such a tiny sweet little girl.
[ this is where magra gets very flustered. there's a terrible feeling in the bottom of her stomach that this is heading to a direction she does not want it to head. ]
What do you mean? Of course we can! It'll be so easy! One two three-- Poof!
[ look. she's doing little hand gestures and everything to show how quick it'll be.
he just hands her the book. she crawls into her cave bedroom for the new few days, refusing to come out, and there they go. ]
[In his mind, there had been a few years left before this. In his mind, there had also been some sort of nice walk, maybe some nature, certainly some preparation before launching into this conversation.
But they never got to pick this sort of thing. Just gesturing for people to sit down in kitchens with books he didn't want to be holding.] Please.
[ her expression is cheeky, recalling how big nacreous was rapidly growing. she wouldn't be the biggest dusk harbinger, she may even be the smallest, but she thinks the description fits feilim's new friend well.
if she can make better beacons for the village, she can make a dragon take flight. ]
It might have some people on guard at first, you know how they are with change, but if you give them time... They should warm up to it?
[ after they realise that dragons can be their friends. not just sources of weapons or, worse, armor. ]
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