Redhawk Caldera Banterland

Amalia smiled and shook her head. My brother and I have a sense of wanderlust. We wanted to see and do many things. And our parents wanted us to settle and be still. Not to mention they didn't like that he and I preferred stories to reality. They thought we were airheads and flighty so to speak. Careless. And I suppose in some ways we are. We run full bore into most anything without thinking, but I don't think that's a bad thing. But they did.

Amalia thought on their parents. Their mother, she wasn't so bad. Their father however. He had been the most vocal about his displeasure at how his two children had turned out. He loved them. Of course he did, but he had wanted them to be better. More like him and they just weren't.