The Storm
Roarke crouched in front of his daughter, "hey baby" he brought out few hairbands, "want me to style your hair like Nessa's?" And the adorable girl quickly nodded her hair, liking the idea of doing something in common with Nessa.
She watched as her dad packed her hair in ponytail, making it slanted, just the way Nessa did hers.
Roarke smiled as his daughter stretched her hands, "you sure have a keen eye for observing people, just like daddy" he tipped her nose with his as he put an extra hairband on her wrist, the same way Nessa usually did.
Unknown to the girl that there is more to the bands than just styling hair, for precaution sake, Roarke slipped another one in her pocket without her knowledge.
Today was the day Ari and Tessa were going for another outdoor activity where Fred was supposed to take Ari. All measures had been taken to corner Fred and ensure Ari's safety; the top priority.