Wear It Like Armor
Mojito ♡
10-14-2021, 10:25 PM
Satira's little giggle helped to soften his worry though it would quickly slide back in when his daughter started to explain to Mojito what had happened. His eyes narrowed for a moment at the mention of this other wolf. He sighed, he had known it would only be a moment of time before she ran into someone but he had hoped to avoid it for as long as he could but it seemed she had stumbled her way into having to be made aware that some thought of her as other. He slid himself around his daughter, wanting to hold her close, considering what he was about to tell her. "Satira, you are as much a wolf as anyone else, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He made to meet her small tearful eyes, his words strong. "We look 'different' because my dad, your grandfather, looked different." He paused for a moment placing another gentle kiss on his daughter's head before beginning again. "I don't like to talk about my family much, but you're as much a Klein as you are a Fatalis. My mother, she was unlike any Klien to come before her, brilliant and also able to see beyond what someone looked like. My father, your grandfather, was not a wolf. He was a dog. But my mother, she saw the potential in him and loved him anyways." He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase what he was trying to say, his daughter could not be shielded from the bigotry of the world, not anymore but he did not want to worry her overmuch either. "Now, my aunts and uncles, they didn't like that too much so eventually I left to join the Armada. Your grandfather, he's a smart man right? Strong and wise. And he gave me the same chances as he did anyone else and now look. You're old man's not too shabby huh? Lead healer, pretty good right?" He tried to meet her eye again, desperate to impart what he was trying to tell her. "Tira, we are not defined by what others think we aren't. Our actions and our words are all that matter. And you're more wolf than anyone preoccupied by things like the shape of our ears," he gently ruffled her ears then flopping them playfully, "or the texture of our coats." With a mischievous smile he ducked his head to nose at her side trying to tickle his daughter, wanting to help to cheer her up. It had taken him years to realize the words he shared with her now, Mojito could only hope he'd learn from his pain and be spared it in kind. Speech |
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