Swiftcurrent Creek Even if we're discovered, just be sure to wear your best

Mae stomped off—Vystra, while seemingly no stranger to body language rather than words—would be hard pressed to miss exactly what the little girl was currently thinking and his pale eyes followed after her tiny little form. He considered a moment when the ivory swept up to him, tail wagging and pulling his attention with a spoken greeting.

Her mood seemed unhindered by the antics of his daughter, and with a bemused glance, the man lowered himself to a play bow—his head tipping to the side—waiting for her first move.

Mae wasn’t forgotten—but he also wasn’t about to give in to her tantrum.