Something about apples, falling, and trees?

Basilisk patted his baby girl gently, and waited for hee to adjust to the changes in sound around her. Muffled as everything was by the wrap around her ears. He was disappointed in how easily overwhelmed the child was, but he wouldn't let it show in his expression. 


He tugged her gently out from between his paws and placed her in front of him, where they both could see each other clearly. Perhaps focusing on him would help, as well. “You are a Princess of the Armada. You will be a beacon to others one day. I want you to remember, courage is not the absence of fear. It's the strength to move forward despite it. The strength that runs through your veins is that of Warlords. Of Kings. It will carry you through your fears, you just need to learn to find that strength.” He tapped her chest lightly with one paw  and lifted that paw to tap the underside of hee chin. “Chin up, Princess. The Fatalis are a proud wolf.”