I Guess This Means I'm a Grown Up Now?

Mariah's ears warmed at her father's praise. His words made her heart glow with pride, and she couldn't help but give him a grateful smile. "If you say so," she said, dipping her head in appreciation. His understanding and acceptance of her choices meant more to her than she could put into words. Alastor's appraisal of her abode sent a rosy warmth through her chest, spurring her tail to wag in quiet contentment. He had been right: making this den a home had required a certain blend of creativity and resourcefulness she hadn't thought she possessed. But now, seated by the warm fire and bathed in the glow of familial love, she knew she had found her place, carved her own niche amidst the rocky terrains of Alias Island. His response brought a sparkle to her eyes as she looked down at the plaque, tracing the intricate engravings with a reverent paw. "It's perfect, daddy." her voice wobbled with emotion. "I will cherish it always."

But what she hadn’t been prepared for was the sudden intrusion of emotions at her father's subtle hint. Caedes...joining their family officially? It was an idea that sparked hope- a pleasant dream if nothing else. But she also knew what it would mean to ask that of the Saxe brute. What it would mean to have Caedes represented on this lovely piece of her father’s own craftsmanship. It was something she would simply not ask him to choose out of her own selfishness. Mariah offered an affectionate grin, she was very appreciative of it- of the very thoughtful gesture of her father. Having something so personal, handmade by him, she would treasure it. But in the end, it did bring her a sense of sorrow at the idea of that particular spot being permanently vacant. As she conquered a separate- hidden wave of emotion, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised at herself. She hadn’t realized the idea of Caedes’ absence would effect her in such a way. And for whatever dumb reason now …. seing an empty spot on a decorative wall hanging- and what it represented, left her feeling just as empty. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Caedes would be honored to know you think so highly of him." She paused, casting a glance back at the plaque, her silver eyes slightly clouded. The reality of their situation hit her once again, a stark reminder of the numerous obstacles they faced.

Shaking off the melancholy thoughts for the moment, she turned back to her father with a sincere smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. "I will find a perfect spot for it," she assured him. It occurred to her then, how much this gift meant - it wasn't just about carving a family tree. It was an affirmation of her newfound maturity and independence, a recognition of her journey thus far. It was a symbol of their shared history and the bond she had with her family.

She had known that her father had approved of her relationship with Caedes to some extent, it was entirely different hearing the blessing directly from him. Mariah listened quietly, a lump forming in her throat as her father spoke. His words were a balm, a reassurance that she hadn’t realized she needed. She hadn’t expected him to understand, not truly – their situation was complicated and messy, after all. But as he voiced his support, echoing his desire for her happiness and love, Mariah felt an overwhelming wave of gratitude for this strong, compassionate wolf who was her father. One willing to threaten the life of another on her behalf. Mariah let out a choked laugh at her father's threat, her heart swelling with reassurance. There was a certain comfort to be had, knowing that someone was always there for her, ready to protect her, even if she didn't necessarily need it. She leaned into his massive form once more, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Her breath hitched in her throat as she murmured, "Thanks, Dad." It was a simple phrase that held so much meaning.

As Alastor's words washed over her, Mariah felt a comforting warmth spread through her. It was a warm, soothing balm to the frayed edges of her heart. Her father's love was an anchor, tethering her to the reality that she was cherished and important. His tender kiss on her forehead brought a soft, contented sigh from her. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much power, reaffirming their bond and making her feel safe and loved. "Promise," she murmured quietly in response, silver eyes meeting his dark ones with unwavering determination. "I'll never forget it." She could hear the sincerity in her own voice, matching the depth of her words. The whole exchange was flooding her with a mix of emotions - relief, gratitude and a newfound resolution.

"Mariah Mendacium"