Golden Glade Get Lonely

He waited with ears falling back against the crest of his skull in earnest before his daughter could offer a reply. For her to accept his offer was unexpected. Truthfully, Reek thought that she would reject him outright. Though he could hear the solemn disinterest in her voice, she agreed. Laurel took his side, trailing just behind as Reek led the way though the snow-swept glade. He looked back, eyes catching his daughter's face as she followed behind him in silence. With their relationship the way it was, Reek really didn't know what to say.

He never really did, because every time he opened his mouth, Reek felt like he was driving the wedge between the two of them deeper and deeper.

But finally, after a few minutes of silence, Reek spoke. "I'm, uh --" he stuttered, stumbling with hesitation. "I'm glad you came." When they had made their flight from the grotto, Reek had been hopefull that his seperation from the faith would somehow help repair his relationship with his family. So far, it hadn't done much.