• Shadows And Stars

She took steps closer to where he sat, and when she was finally close enough, she greeted him with a sigh and a shake of her head.

"You know those fish aren't real yet you're always here," she said, her voice soft yet laced with tired frustration.

High Meister Gavryndor chuckled shortly, not turning to face her. "They are real enough to pass the time," he replied, reeling in an imaginary catch. "Have a seat, daughter. I've been keeping it warm for you."

Merisset glanced down at the empty chair beside him, then she looked at her father thoughtfully. "You knew I was coming?" she asked, lowering herself into it and feeling the familiar comfort of his presence.

"I do receive a warning once the Haven Scape is being accessed externally, though I could act all enigmatic and say that I know you just as I know all things."

Merisset smiled at her father's weak comedy. "I prefer the first one."

Gavryndor nodded. "So be it."