8 rules for dating my teenage (adult) daughter
12-04-2020, 10:45 AM
With his mother’s age looming over him Rhyme didn’t let himself fell old very often. His very young children helped with that as well, they wore him out, gave him more stress than he’d ever felt, but he loved and adored them and they kept him feeling young. However, his older… he couldn’t call them children anymore but his daughters liked to make him feel incredibly old every time he saw them. Despite her self doubt Theory was becoming a wise and respectable leader that Rhyme was more and more proud of everyday. Seeing Poem step up into a high ranking role alongside her sister made Rhyme feel like he’d done something right in his life filled with mistakes.
He hoped those mistakes wouldn’t be repeated in the next generation and with the introduction of Sparhawk he had hope that they would not in at least one daughter. He’d seen very clearly the adoration between them, especially in the way they seemed to hold back their affection. Even if he wanted to protest, there would be little he could say to argue the feelings that were plain as day. Still, he wanted to know Poem’s suitor better before they moved on to the obvious next steps. Just to make sure that Poem’s best interests were at the forefront of everyone’s minds. She looked the happiest he’d seen her in a long time, and she deserved every moment of her life filled with that emotion.
Rhyme wasn’t particularly sure where to find the mountain of a man so Rhyme made his way to his once favorite place in all of Abaven’s lands. Now it was a marker of the graves housing his first born son Darilnor and his mother Tana. Making himself comfortable (and somehow making it all the way here without a tiny follower) he called out for one of the newest wolves in the pack and the man very likely to marry his eldest daughter.
He hoped those mistakes wouldn’t be repeated in the next generation and with the introduction of Sparhawk he had hope that they would not in at least one daughter. He’d seen very clearly the adoration between them, especially in the way they seemed to hold back their affection. Even if he wanted to protest, there would be little he could say to argue the feelings that were plain as day. Still, he wanted to know Poem’s suitor better before they moved on to the obvious next steps. Just to make sure that Poem’s best interests were at the forefront of everyone’s minds. She looked the happiest he’d seen her in a long time, and she deserved every moment of her life filled with that emotion.
Rhyme wasn’t particularly sure where to find the mountain of a man so Rhyme made his way to his once favorite place in all of Abaven’s lands. Now it was a marker of the graves housing his first born son Darilnor and his mother Tana. Making himself comfortable (and somehow making it all the way here without a tiny follower) he called out for one of the newest wolves in the pack and the man very likely to marry his eldest daughter.
