"Father, father!" the four year old boy exclaimed with a joyfull voice, chubby hands wrapped around a structural design featuring one of Zaofu's many platinum domes. "Look at what I drew!"
⋯ ⋰ Work kept a busy mind occupied. Sketches had to be turned into blueprints, new construction zones on the northern plattforms had to be surveyed, broken devises plus minor issues here and there,inspections of material. What little time he had was divided between his wife, Huan and Junior. ( But he managed ). His eager drive permitted him to STEM it all. Labor like this was EXTREMELY tiresome but ever-lasting energy drove an ambitious heart onwards. It was passion and optimism that kept the young architect going. The frevor for a dream THEY shared. The gleam in his beloved's eyes; how she feel asleep in his arms at night, whispering sweet words of d e v o t i o n , of elation HE had evoked. Thus the engineer stood, left palm pressed onto the table surface below whilst right fingers speeded clutched pen over the rolled out ‘canvas’ below.
‘Father, father !’
Attention shifted.
Head canted aside, hues catching glimpse of his son’s entering, bushy brows quirked in a rather quizzical ( still intrigued ) manner. Thin lips curled into a soft ( yet one of these typically A W K W A R D ) smile -- torso tilted, as a sturdy arm reached for his son, upheaving him off the ground with a single motion ( look how strong you have become ! ) ere seating Junior right onto his lap, fingers quickly fishing for the scribbling. The liability to arts and imagination was given; a nonbender he might be BUT witty, lively and just as blind as his father ( he chuckled at the notion. It was the inevitable truth ) --
“ You make daddy proud, Junior. Let’s see, what did you draw? “
Analytical eyes ran over every line, zeroing in on what childlike motivation had created -- it left him almost speechless ( he was FOUR; children in his age usually did not possess THIS amount of finesse ), PRIDE swelled up in his chest, chin placed upon the crown of his son’s head, broad finger carefully running over sketched lines.
“ Your drawings are almost as good as mine. -- heh, looks like you will snatch my job from me soon,hm? ”
