Sun Mote Copse bruises

Another bout of silence. This time Weejay was thinking about the what-ifs; what if they went, what if her father found Maia again? What if they never came back...?

As thrilling as thinking about potential could be, Weejay realized she didn't like thinking about potential when it involved the possibility of everything changing forever. So, she was amenable to her father's suggestion to think about it. Who knows - maybe tomorrow she'd think she was being emotional and things were just fine. Or.. maybe she found the wild hair under her skin to travel was still there, just itching to go.

She pressed back against her father, eyes closed and expression soft. "Thank you, for being my daddy. No matter what we do, I'll always go with you. Whether that means adventure, or growing old here."