Dragoncrest Cliffs the good left undone

She awoke with her heart racing, panting hard, and wide-eyed. Sequoia could not remember exactly what she had been dreaming, but it hadn't been good. Dacio and Opalia remained silently, softly breathing not far away, cuddled up more than she would ever allow them to at this age. Momma Portia, just beside her, was also sound asleep. Daddy Dio was nowhere to be seen. The dark green trail he left was fresh, and considering adrenaline was coursing through her veins, she doubted she was going to get back to sleep anytime soon.

Legs pushed her up quietly, making sure not to disturb the other slumbering figures that lay nearby, and she began to track down her father in earnest. Sometimes, a gal just needed her father. It didn't take her too long to find him, and she approached with a whisper: Daddy Dio?