“Ayla, pay attention.” Her father grunted as he adjusted himself in his seat, “We’re almost done, but it will do you no good if you’re not listening.”
“I am listening,” She looked up from the small fox in her arms, “I’m just trying to figure out a name for her.”
It had been a couple of days since they had returned from the village. Nylian had decided to personally choose her horse, so he temporarily returned to his kingdom with the promise to return in time for her party. She had spent the time since she returned with her father learning about the kingdom, so she couldn’t help but be a little glad he was gone.
He could be a little narrow minded for her liking.
He set down his quill to sit back in his seat, “Is it really that important?”
“Everything deserves to have an identity.” She c
