Whitefish River daddy's always on the move

She greeted him in Trigedasleng, which warmed him slightly, though he knew it was through no effort of his own. Aure and Blodreina had taught them the language -- he had been gone, gone, a shitty absent father, with nothing to show for spawning two wonderful children. Still, he pushed back the bad thoughts and managed a shaky smile, responding, Hei, in turn.

They stood together for a few quiet moments, he the yawning darkness of night and she the beautiful moon that lit its depths. That was accurate, wasn't it? He created chaos, confusion; was boundless and wild. Isi was just as boundless and wild, but there was promise in her, an ethereal glow. That was all Aure, he thought; he'd given nothing of value to his son and daughter.

Isilmë, I'm sorry, Vercingetorix said at last, turning to look at her, painful as it was to meet her eyes. I know I've been a terrible father, and Dragomir getting hurt is the worst of it all. But I've hurt you, too -- you didn't need to tumble down a mountain for me to know that. I've hurt you, and there's no way I can ever make it up to you. . .but I want to try, baby. I want to try.