[He doesn't have to say much. She's never shared the memory of her father with anyone before, she's never even mentioned him. Aside from Rakan, of course. She thought invoking memories of him would hurt too much. But now, it feels rather comforting.]
He was. Both stern and gentle, wise. He used to tell me stories of our tribes and sing me old songs.
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He was. Both stern and gentle, wise. He used to tell me stories of our tribes and sing me old songs.