You deserve more than I've given

Mojito had to bite down his frustration as he approached the border, once more he felt he'd been left out of any decision-making when it came to his own daughter. But Mojito had to remind himself this was really his own fault this time, unlike when Asla had chosen to take their daughter without so much as consulting him before making the decision, this time he hadn't been around to even be consulted. Mojito sighed, he hadn't known how to handle the resentment he'd been harboring for Asla and it had driven him to range farther away from the small group than he probably should have. But Mojito knew he needed to change that. The kids would be adults very soon and he wanted to make sure he maintained a relationship with his daughter, the only family he still really had.

Mojito stopped a few pawsteps away from the border, turning his gaze towards the smattering of rocks, the mountain of an island rising high above the landscape. What if they were all the way over there and his voice never reached her? Mojito took a breath and tipped his head back, calling for his daughter. Then the man settled himself on his haunches. He honestly didn't expect that she'd arrive alone, no doubt whoever had taken them in would be curious to know who was calling for her, or maybe Asla would turn up... He would have to deal with that if it came up, but for the moment he just wanted to talk to his daughter.

"Speech!"

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