What Do You Want To Be?

Spending time with his youngest daughter was Chimera's goal today. He didn't spend much time with Scylla because she was just so standoffish and always wanted to do her own thing. The girl was quick as a whip, but her mind didn't want to sit still long enough to talk to anyone. Chimera was feeling rejected and so he sought out the small, speckled child of Dalila's.

Evening was taking hold of the island and the light was muted with a spattering of clouds. The small girl padded along around him and the behemoth kept his pace slow so as not to hurry her. He wanted to see if she had an ideas of what she would like to be as she grew. Already Albion had made a decision. Cerberus was slowly coming into himself. Scylla... whatever.

"Ruse," he purred, seating himself in the sand before sliding down to lay on his belly. "Do you know what you want to be when you're older?" Pulling her close, the King's tongue ran over the top of her head, grooming some rogue fur that drifted about in the warm breeze. He wanted all of his children to learn as much as they wished and the earlier he could get them started, the better.

"Chimera & Rusalka"