When It Feels So Hopeless; Smile Again

The Primul of Dragoste had started his summer in the southern lands, combing over each territory in search of Rikeros, his daughter, or any of his other siblings. He was worried… Gods above he was worried. For each day his daughter spent apart from her family there was a greater chance of corruption… of her getting hurt… or worse. His stomach churned at the thought. Their poor little Philly… why hadn’t she listened to their countless warnings about the borders? About strangers? He shook his head. Deep down he knew she was young, naive, and eager to play… she wouldn’t care about stuff like that.

Ganta felt sick to his stomach… what sort of lies could Riker be feeding her? There were so many possibilities… so many negative possibilities… He came to a stop, scenting the air again. There were young ones nearby… but they were male… and certainly not his daughter. Ganta was starting to feel even worse, wondering if he might ever see his daughter again. He slumped towards the ground, grief overcoming him as twilight danced in the land around him. Soon it would be nightfall… and that meant another night of sleeplessness as he searched for his little girl.