Thread: The Light Surrounding Us (Quantum Tangle x OffToTheRaces)

Ever keen to define precociousness in her fathers eyes, Althea, was a slender thing, the way clothes hung from her. On several accounts hed been forced to reprimand Fergus for implying his younger sibling was secretly a boy in a dress. Alas he could not argue her elven frame. Her bust had nary a budge since entering her teens, and Bryce knew that if she had not gained shape at fifteen years it was unlikely she ever would. Woefully it was his parents who were to blame from his fathers sisters who were flighty rails venturing the wilderness like a wild pack. Eleanor was gifted with womanly curves even for the rueful sea-witch that she was when they first met. Thankfully his daughter carried on those curves that snug to her frame. Many men would overlook such a beauty for Altheas did not announce itself. The proud father was certain that any boy who would bother to overlook the smudges of dirt, and push those curled bangs from her eyes would see the jewel she was. The Teyrn had always admired his darling girl. Ever since the moment he held her in his arms, practically stealing her from Eleanors teat after the first latch. He was a good father to Fergus and loved his son, but the boys younger sister held a promise in her eyes. Bryce knew that she would be somebody important. As if the Maker himself had whispered unspoken canticles of her future, and never did his faith in her wane. Even in his frustrations with her the doting father saw the person she would become and he was so proud of her. Questions however alerted him from contemplation as his daughter hinted her interests for the day. The Lake? Oh he knew how found she was of it. Like a mermaid she could not be parted from water, and in that it reminded him the way Eleanor would dive freely from her fathers ship. Never fearful that a rogue wind would take it too far, never worried about what might wade below the surface. Perhaps we will later my child. The older man spoke as he slipped the fitted black trousers about both legs and lifted them in succession. A gentle fabric belied the dark leather of those pants, and as he laced the front of his pants memory served him a small smile. Eleanor enjoyed her husband in clothing that fitted his form. Often admiring his backside and encouraging the Teyrn to blush, but the woman was no prude and openly displayed their affection. Those small touches to the face even when Lords and Ladies were present, none would doubt how gratefully in love the two were and continued to be. Taking the boots from his daughter both Bryce and Althea paused to hold for just a moment. Neither would notice the lingering gaze, the smile of appreciation, a pleasure to be in eachothers presence. Then the moment passed and they continued as the dutiful man insisted, No, first I must show you something out towards the shed, something I feel you need at your age. Boots firmly fitted with each clack of his heels to settle them in, the man turned tucking his white shirt into his waist. You are becoming a woman now Althea, and in with that comes important lessons that you must understand and endure. One day you will be a Lady in another Lords lands. And I would see that you not become some dimwitted chamber maid as some my companions wives. Belt strapped about him the dashing Teyrn trotted proudly over to his daughter and held her face with tender appreciation. A ladies place is not submission, but service Service to her Lord and Husband, service to her people and lands. One day your words will travel all over Ferelden. Be it those words of reason and temperance I should hope, just as your mothers. Patting her cheek gently he released her quick to lift a satchel and set of supplies hed left prepared by his door. Follow. Was all he said, not that he ever had to with his darling daughter.