Disclaimer: I don't own Inkheart or the characters in it. And this story takes place somewhere between Inkheart and Inkspell.
Dustfinger opened his eyes and sat up. Beside him Farid was doing the same.
"We should get going," he said, turning to the boy. "You go catch Gwin."
Farid nodded. "Alright, Dad."
Dustfinger stopped and stared at Farid. "Dad? Why did you just call me Dad, Farid?"
Farid's face went red. "Um, I didn't," he said.
Dustfinger looked at him suspiciously. "Yes, you did."
"No, I never called you Dad," Farid said, trying to look innocent. "Nope, I am pretty darn sure I would never call you Dad. Because that's not even your name, and I would never call you anything except your name. Which is Dustfinger. And I know that your name is Dustfinger, so it couldn't have been me who called you Dad."
Dustfinger just raised his eyebrows.
"Okay fine, I might have said the word Dad to someone, but I wasn't talking to you when I said it. I was talking to, er-"
Farid frantically looked around him and caught sight of Gwin. Grabbing the marten, he said, "Gwin! I was talking to Gwin!"
"Okay then, why did you call Gwin Dad?" Dustfinger asked.
Farid hugged the marten tightly and said, "Because if I did have a dad, I would want him to be just like Gwin."
Dusfinger rolled his eyes and slung his backpack over his shoulder.
Behind him Farid breathed a sigh of relief.
~Yeah, I know it's short and weird, but...I'd really love reviews!