Rule #1

Idalia sighed. It figured that he'd up and left before. Tyranis had been present and loving while he was with his family, but there always seemed to be something else that was lurking behind his eyes. Maybe it finally took him away for good. Lia wouldn't admit she missed her father, but she did. Badly. It felt like a shameful thing to admit and so she'd done her best to keep it to herself. She liked Cloudburst's idea of grief: just keep moving. Maybe that would help her shake this melancholy feeling. Idalia sighed and turned her head up towards her uncle. "Okay. You're right. And it doesn't matter if he misses me or not, he's still gone," she added sourly. She wasn't quite ready to give up on being mad yet. "I want to learn how to fight. Really, really fight," she stressed. "I want to be able to win, like, every time."