#dunlav

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“Happy Fathers’ Day, to my papa.

I only wish I could have raised my son to be like you in as many ways as possible. But, I also wouldn’t change my baby boy for the world. He is perfect in all his failings, and I love him so. You taught me compassion, and patience, and I in turn hope I have passed this on to my son as well. 

Happy Fathers day, Dunlav, for being the one and only to raise a daughter, and to help raise a grandson.”

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Dahl let out his own growl, but it morphed into a huff and a grunt. He couldn’t tell if the younglings were fighting or playing, but Adelaide’s calm behavior made him take the latter.

“She’s done so much thus far.” He said quietly. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the news.” He thought back to her hiding in fear, to her destroying a Shrike, killing a human...

Dahl listened in silently to their conversation. Peak? What’s a peak? The Fiaclan rose up from his haunches, towering over his tiny wife. “You haven’t told me a lot of things about this Flight, my queen.” His voice sounded pained, and it was true. She never told him or Jamison about this migration, what it was for and why.

The Fiaclan leaned his head down, pressing it against her own as he stared her down. “But I do not like the sound of this ‘peak.’” He ‘hmm’ed in displeasure, the deepness reverberating through his chest and to Dasiä herself, enough to make anyone’s spine rattle. “Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ve seen enough damage already to take it so... lay it on me.”

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Theo’s Oma and Opa, Adelaide and Dunlav. They’re more than happy to finally spend some proper quality time with their youngest Grandbaby!