Rising Sun Valley supernatural

Day chuckeld appreciatively at Genie's anecdote. His own father hadn't said much about his wife's pregnancies, but if he knew his mother at all, she'd been just as bad. Though he'd gotten used to thinking of himself as a father - and could think of himself as little else, at this point - it was strange to realize he was now occupying the same title as his own father. Dad, leader, and head of household. When had he become a man?

"You're right," he replied, his voice warm. She was a sweet girl, and Day appreciated meeting good company. "I should get back - I've been gone long enough," he went on, glancing back toward his home. "But feel free to stop by. I have a daughter of a similar age. I know she gets lonely with only old folks for company."

He pointed his nose toward the distant hills and the silver line of the river in the distance. "We're a few hours that way. Across the river and into the hills. Maybe you'll meet the new kids, too."