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Within the streets of Sundren City, at a corner where a baker peddled warm freshly baked goods on one end as the clothing shopkeeper beside him worked diligently to keep the crumbs of recently fed potential customers off his own product, a carriage of unelegant, but practical design pulled to a stop. The driver, though young, had a rather calculating look to his gaze, partially settled down after their first horses' steps within the city limits. Upon his shoulder guard was a design of a bearded wanderer in a breeze, a symbol showing a devotee to Shaundakul. Caution turned to satisfaction as he saw a man in black loose-fitting atire in a silver flowing cape and long hair hanging from the brim of an all-too-familiar hat. He gave a smile in greeting, glad to see one of the most famous people of his hometown after so long. His words however, were kept to himself as it was undoubtedly his passengers that were truly more excited to see him.
"Daddy!"
The young girl squealed in delight as she ran from the carriage into the awaiting arms of the man in the wide brim hat. Her blonde locks scattered about with the sudden dash to the point where one of her braids threatened to come loose. The tight embrace between them had been tempered by several months without seeing one another and at long last, father and daughter had been reunited once again. To the man known to many as the "Slayer of Xithis", but to most Osclow Wiltenholm, who had lived a number of adventure and thrills akin to a thousand mortals, virtually no experience brought to him so much overwhelming joy and warmth as holding his beloved little girl in his arms.
"Tia.. sweet Tia."
Osclow's grip only tightened and a light tear escaped his eyes, followed quickly by several others. The sight of the two reunited brought a warm smile to the face of the second figure to step from the carriage, a young woman with skin tones of silky cream, dark red hair tied to a ponytail, and eyes a light golden brown like wheat in an open field. She dressed in fabrics thick along her mid section but thin, and somewhat billowy along her arms and with the sarong around her waist.
"Good to see you again Osclow. It's certainly been a while."
"Esmee.." the bard's focus diverted temporarily, but his grip never even loosening from his daugther. "Yes it has.. Far too long."
The light sob escaping the bard brought the little girl's blue eyes to look up at him in curiousity and concern.
"Daddy?" she asked with her worry so clear and so pure, all but the most wicked hearts would melt just looking into her eyes. "Is something wrong? You're crying."
"Nothing is wrong my little Tia.. Nothing is wrong anymore."
"Good, because I grew another two inches these last few months and am sick of you calling me little." a sweet innocent stare turned to puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes, far too cute to be threatening. The bard merely smiled in return before giving his beloved daughter another tight embrace.
"Daddy!"
The young girl squealed in delight as she ran from the carriage into the awaiting arms of the man in the wide brim hat. Her blonde locks scattered about with the sudden dash to the point where one of her braids threatened to come loose. The tight embrace between them had been tempered by several months without seeing one another and at long last, father and daughter had been reunited once again. To the man known to many as the "Slayer of Xithis", but to most Osclow Wiltenholm, who had lived a number of adventure and thrills akin to a thousand mortals, virtually no experience brought to him so much overwhelming joy and warmth as holding his beloved little girl in his arms.
"Tia.. sweet Tia."
Osclow's grip only tightened and a light tear escaped his eyes, followed quickly by several others. The sight of the two reunited brought a warm smile to the face of the second figure to step from the carriage, a young woman with skin tones of silky cream, dark red hair tied to a ponytail, and eyes a light golden brown like wheat in an open field. She dressed in fabrics thick along her mid section but thin, and somewhat billowy along her arms and with the sarong around her waist.
"Good to see you again Osclow. It's certainly been a while."
"Esmee.." the bard's focus diverted temporarily, but his grip never even loosening from his daugther. "Yes it has.. Far too long."
The light sob escaping the bard brought the little girl's blue eyes to look up at him in curiousity and concern.
"Daddy?" she asked with her worry so clear and so pure, all but the most wicked hearts would melt just looking into her eyes. "Is something wrong? You're crying."
"Nothing is wrong my little Tia.. Nothing is wrong anymore."
"Good, because I grew another two inches these last few months and am sick of you calling me little." a sweet innocent stare turned to puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes, far too cute to be threatening. The bard merely smiled in return before giving his beloved daughter another tight embrace.
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