She turned to him her face sad. Kelos whispered to himself, thinking of her mother. Alright, as you wish. He stared at her peaceful face and wondered how he could have lived without this small being. Swooping her into his arms he carried her to bed, and tucked her in saying a brief prayer for her.
Wisdom comes with age as age becomes age only with wisdom.
He gasped, and stared. She had grown so much in the last two years, he had enjoyed that first kiss so much it was as if that childish face in his mind had been permanently pasted onto her face. She looked so much older than her ten years and was ever so wise for her age. Then she smiled. You look ever so much like the maiden in the story.