Dragoncrest Cliffs this downpour can't hide oceans

his greeting was soft and tender, dalia couldn't help but almost purr when her dad nuzzled her cheeck. she had still yet to truly recognise him as a parental figure, but slowly she was becoming more ande more aware of his presence at the den and with portia. hopefully, she could say "dada" as well as she could say "mama". as dio pulled away, dalia simply walked to his side and kept her soft puppy gaze on him, not understanding his words that well. but, a word did catch her attention, keeping. why she found the words mesmorizing, no one knew, but something about it made dalia try it on her own, just for a second.

"keeh," she said fondly as she looked up towards dio. perhaps, that was what she was going to call him when she grew old enough to talk, keeh? hopefully sirio would spit out the word "pa" and she would call dio that instead. that's how portia earned the title of "mama", sirio just vocalized the noise and dalia parroted him. 

before she could vocalize anything else, her attention was turned towards the outside. she heard the wind howl, she saw the raindrops hit the dirt, and smelt the petrichor enter the atmosphere. she liked it. with just a few steps, she moved past dio to get a closer look outside. she wanted to go out there, jump outside and splash around, how lovely would that be?

but nature seemed to want to make dalia change her mind. a spark of bright light illuminated the sky, then a crack of the whip echoed after. dalia nearly shrieked in fear and ran away from the exit, running in between dio's legs and snuggling herself up against his leg, ignoring the fact that he was wet.