Phoenix Maplewood LII

he was steady, as steady as a father should be. a father that many daughters would wish for alone this day, or in the silence of night. sunrise has been blessed, spoiled in the eyes of the jealous.

she leans into her father's shoulder. one day, she may come to reach his majesty in height. but for now, she is content for being his little girl, even if for just one more day.

the mention of the red banshee brings about a curious tilt of the head from young flame stalker as she looks to augur. what would be their business? what would they do? sunrise did not know of the intricate ties in leadership, of the history and bloodshed meant to occur. all she knew was that wolverine was good, and the scents of her shadow and mask were growing weak in her nose.

"will we answer?" her whine is soft upon his hears. perhaps it is too much to constantly ask her father such hard questions. but he has yet to struggle to come up with answers.