Sah
Soleil has made one, major, miscalculation in her mischief. It's not dirt that'll give her away. It's the hour that she's been missing. Now, of course the little Accepted is allowed to play close to home. But dinner has a set time for a reason, a check-in of sorts. He's lost them one and the Wild Thunder refuses to lose them again. At the same time, he'll never deny them their freedom. As such, a couple of minutes late was one thing. But an hour? That was a cause for concern.
As Sah passes the greenhouse, he hears a thud within. Glancing over, he sees an especially Soleil-shaped figure though the glass. Letting out a heavy yet relieved sigh, he walks over and opens the door. Raising a brow, the Abandoned appraises his daughter. "Little Sun, where have you been? I was worried."
As Sah passes the greenhouse, he hears a thud within. Glancing over, he sees an especially Soleil-shaped figure though the glass. Letting out a heavy yet relieved sigh, he walks over and opens the door. Raising a brow, the Abandoned appraises his daughter. "Little Sun, where have you been? I was worried."
To lead is to love,
To rule is to serve
To rule is to serve
