Moonspear waves

As Julia came into view and came up to him, he was reminded again of why she was his least favourite child. Not that he'd ever tell her such, of course, but there'd always been that doubt, from the beginning. He'd let the triplets bully Julia because she needed to just toughen up and he'd let her be alone when they played because she'd just need to fix things on her own. Yet somehow as she grew up he became more and more aware she wasn't likely Lazarus' anyway. He did love her — but it was just different. He didn't like the whining. He didn't like how polite she was. He didn't realise that her personality was a typical in the line of his family, looking only at himself and Ame. He didn't want to think about the fact that his least favourite child was a lot like his missing brother Levi or his soft-spoken mother (from what Thistle and Ragnar'd told him of her).

He wanted to love her as much as the rest, but somehow he just didn't. "Don't whine, Julia," he said sternly when she asked him to play. "What kind of game do you want to play? I was thinking we could find a nice spot to watch the stars when it gets darker." He looked expectantly at his daughter, hoping that she would like his suggestion. Somehow he hoped that she would do something to prove that she was as worthy of his love as the triplets, so that he didn't need to feel guilty anymore.

p.s. you are all my favourite daughters OOC, even if Charon is a prick ;) <3