7th of Spring, 410 AV: Late evening.
THE EAGLE AERIES - Ambros Household
"Father, you called?" Brunhild whispered shyly, her thick red locks of hair falling over half of her face as she subtly walked into their living room, where the only flickering light were the crackling flames of the fireplace.
"Yes," Adalric murmured, his smoldering golden eyes staring into the burgeoning fiery light in front of him. He was rather young for a father, with neatly-combed red hair, and a muscular body, he was rather fit and knowledgeable for his age, as well.
"I believe we should have an instructor teach you how to use a bow and arrow," he turned his head to meet the electric green eyes of his nine year old daughter. "Wh-what do you mean, father?" her voice was soft, inaudible, and demure. "It's about time you learn how to defend yourself, darling..." the persistent father tried, his hand reaching over to touch his little girl's cheek. "I'm scared, I don't wanna go anywhere else! I wanna stay here, so when mother comes back--"
"Mother won't be back, remember?" Adalric sighed, his thumb wiping the little tears that streaked down Brunhild's rosy cheeks. "They're scary..." Brunhild sobbed. "I'll teach you then," he smiled reassuringly, arms reaching over to hold the little Inarta girl. "I'll teach you how to use a bow and arrow properly, and maybe next time, how to create glassworks, and perhaps... how to ride a Wind Eagle?" Adalric teased, tickling Brunhild playfully. The little girl's laughter resounded into the whole household that was carved into rock.
"You'd let me ride your eagle, father? You'd really let me ride Euphimé?" the little girl's emerald eyes lit like the fireplace, and instantly warmed her father's heart. "No, she's far too large for you, darling..." Adalric chuckled, "Anyway, a Wind Eagle chooses its rider."
"When will a Wind Eagle choose me?" Brunhild murmured, feeling hopeless. Why would anyone choose her? She was far too shy and introverted.
"When you are thirteen," Adalric smiled, slowly letting his daughter go and making his way into his study. Brunhild followed him in obediently.
"What shall you teach me first?" she yawned, eyes drowsy-looking, yet glistening with determination. Adalric smiled, hand reaching over to pet his daughter's head. "Not tonight, Brunhild. We shall begin tomorrow," he cooed, his daughter's happy grin causing his own mouth to twist into a lopsided smile.
"In the morning?" Brunhild questioned. "Yes, in the morning. Good night, darling." Adalric grinned, waving to his beloved child. Brunhild grinned, carefully making her way into her bedroom.