Little Hay

On the third day he planned to take out his tiny daughter, while she protested to this order of things it also gave her two more days than Thalos to grow up a little bit more. She was still incredibly tiny and he was more than worried about taking her out for the day. Not that she would have even thought to share his concerns. She was ready to do the moment she took her first breath. The smallest as well as the highest energy Farore didn't take 'no' very well. He would promise that today was her day, and indeed it was. Like with the last two days he would finished his patrol and find his way back to the den, pushing his head in and finding his daughter's tiny frame. "Faro, come on. Don't tell me you don't know what day it is?" He was already surprised to find that she hadn't greeted him outside.