“Your father has surprised me with his acceptance of what has happened,” Kelan admitted reluctantly as he looked around the small bedroom. “I had expected him to resist more.”
He walked over to pick up a picture of Trisha when she was twelve. She was standing in front of a large group of men dressed in varying shades of green and black. He could tell they must be warriors of her world. She was holding a large bowed weapon in her hands and was dressed just the same as the men. She had a huge smile on her young face, while most of the men looked back at the camera with pained expressions on theirs.
He sat down on the bed and pulled another book with a picture on the front onto his lap. He opened it and began slowly, looking through the images. Each one was of Trisha at different stages in
