Duskfire Glacier baby doll, you need some rock & roll

Though no response was given, the little flame kissed child continued to stare at her father, her hazel eyes fixed on his sharp and masculine facial features. He was indeed the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and though her repertoire of male friends or aqcuantainces was pretty limited she could not help but feel prided by her father's handsome looks.

With love bubbling inside ot her, the girl took a couple of steps forward and allowed herself to lean against his stong legs. Though Maera didn't usually express her love in forms of cuddles or kissed she enjoyed the little moment when her cheek pressed against his leg. Then she quickly pulled away, her tail still wriggling but her ears laying flat on her skull. Soon after their quick embrace, Njal resumed his explanation about the different flowers.

As soon as he suggested they turned the expedition into a game, the child's ears swiveled again and her eyes opened as wide as a platter. "And to Jo?" she piped, while raising her forepaws and smashing her feet against the ground again.

Then copying her father's pose, she began sniffing around, covering little pieces of ground before taking off running as if the scavenger hunt was also a race. Little did she know that no flower that she found today would be as beautiful as the ones she had left behind. Those flowers were the prettiest ones, and the ones that had planted a seed inside her heart.