Wapun Meadow When different languages meet

In foreign lands, a father needed to be more attentive to his daughter's actions, even more when your daughter was an overactive rogue. Zhavvi had something on her that made Rakharo feel uneasy, a fire inside them, probably lit up by his own overprotectiveness that would come back to him one day. But he often decided to ignore it. It was easier pretending you have an angel for daughter than dealing with her demons yourself.

Rakharo rushed his pace as he entered the forest on the verge of the meadow. Forests were like mazes to a Dotharan, it made anyone an easy target with so many possible hiding spots around you. He felt watched. He wanted to get back to the safety of the Khalas so that he could leave his daughter under someone else's watch for a moment.