Aug 14, 2016
“I think someone had a little accident with Chihese ink...”
The sight of his daughter-- her face puckered and on the verge of tears as her little hands and dress were stained in black ink-- should have made Naesala sympathetic or sad. But it made him stifle laughter instead. He was a horrible father sometimes.
“Oh no... Enudia, what did you do?” he chuckled, carefully coming to scoop the girl up and balance her on his hip as he walked her out of the library. The toddler could barely make out words, instead whimpering against her father’s shoulder.
He looked to Chun instead. “Let me guess... the ink bottle was very shiny? And she dropped it?”