Blacktail Deer Plateau blue sky black death

The more they talked, the more he came to like the girl. She had a sweet, playful, amiable personality and a fleeting attention span that moved from one topic to the next like a butterfly on a breeze. He just couldn't stop grinning at her like a fool. It was still completely mind-boggling to him that this was his child, but really, who else's child could it be? She was so much like he'd been when he was her age. Full of questions and curiosity, possessed of an independent, willful spirit, affable and emotional in her interactions with others.

"Okay," he said willingly to her suggestion that they play Twenty Questions. Even though, truth be told, he had about Twenty Thousand Questions for her. He wanted to know so much. And yet at the same time, it was so hard for him to decide what to ask her. How did you ask a question of someone when literally everything about them was a question? He decided to start with an easy one and go from there. "What was your pack…ah, Tortuga…like?"