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Chusi let out a breath she had not noticed she was holding - relieved and weirdly satisfied with the answer she had gotten. Yes, he was her dad. It was weird though - that she had experienced what a having a father felt like, but was still lost on what made a dad a dad. She needed to learn to listen, yet think for herself too. She needed to obey him, and her heart. She needed to trust him with everything that was bothering her, and at the same time have her own little secrets. It was confusing, to say the least, but likable. I like calling ya dad... She admitted softly, a warm smile painting her face of oddly beautiful shadows. He liked it too - and that only made her happier.

Her eyes were fixated on the mountain - avoiding stones, branches and trees almost on instinct. She frowned when Arturo did not seem fond of the idea of her going up there - which made her a little mad. She could not be kept in this forest her whole life! She wanted to see what was out there, and Teaghlaigh she would of course not leave behind in the process of exploring. She would still follow her lessons and still obey her father. If being an Oidhre meant she could not go outside of the forest, she'd gladly give it up. All she once had was freedom, and she was not about to give it up. If fallin' is the only thang I have to 'orry 'bout, I think I'll be just fhine. She said. Besides - dying seems like an awfully big adventure. She added dreamily. It was true - no one knew what dying truly meant. Who knew if it was fun or not?