Blackfeather Woods they call me

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The child’s willingness to learn brought a smile to his face, small but genuine. Her eagerness was not easy to look away from and he soon found himself sucked into it, far more interested in teaching her than he had ever been in teaching his own children—those that were once suckled by a now-traitor, that is. Some might think it to be guilt that attached him to her, the need to ensure that the Melonii line thrived even now, but his motives were anything but selfish. He truly wished the best for her, as well as hoped to help her become the best possible version of herself that she could be; he did not want her to fall victim to her deformity, nor feel as if she was any less of a Melonii because of her unsavoury creation.

“We will begin hunting lessons at a later date,” he decided. “For now, let us pray.” With that, Kove repeated the prayer to her, this time going even slower than the first; he wanted to make sure that she heard every single word, that nothing was missed and that her mind was given ample time to engrave the sounds into itself. And like that he would continue to go, listening and repeating at her request until the words became her’s alone and his own voice was no longer a necessity.