Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

Sequoia was delighted to hear that Daddy Dio dreamt about her, even if it wasn’t all the time. She wanted to believe that she was the golden child in every way, shape, and form. She was certainly better than Dacio and Opalia. They were such children, and Sequoia believed herself to be lightyears ahead of them in maturity. Whether or not that was true wasn’t really up to her, but by gods she thought it was. Nobody would ever make her believe she was anything less than a full grown adult (at least mentally).

When he asked if he appeared in her dreams, she nodded with a bright smile. Lots of the time! Kiwi did tend to appear more often, and even Momma Portia, but Daddy Dio was there often enough for young Sequoia to notice. Sometimes I just see your scent, but you’re almost always there. I guess I usually dream about everyday stuff, like practicing hunting and exploring the close by places. Considering that took up most of the girl’s time, it only made sense she would dream things that she knew.