Wapun Meadow the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht

Ataata.

Dawn's eyes turned sharply toward her father - she'd understood at once that the word applied to him. Dad. Ataata. It's the same thing, she decided, turning her hawk-like gaze back to Yglis as she listened greedily for more strange words. No more were forthcoming, but in Dawn's opinion, the woman's question was an even greater treasure.

"Oh, can she Daddy?" Dawn begged, turning in a circle under her father's chest and gazing up at him with imploring, puppy-dog eyes.