Dragoncrest Cliffs turned to the max, can’t forget maxine

jesus, sobeille. val called in bewilderment after his daughter as she struck out in rage, firmly erasing all evidence of his small drawings in the sand.

while it had not been a physical strike against him, val felt the lash of Miette’s anger scour down through his skin, into his stomach, his heart — which twisted in pain to be so coldly assailed. and by a child — his child! what ugly anger must assail her heart to be so vindictive.

as miette fled, val sunk into the sand. this, he supposed, must be what having teenage daughters was like.

he hoped for his sake that chantale did not turn against him too.