It was a wonderful day out in the middle of June where in the small town of Kippernia. It was a quiet community, not much to do, but they were very tight knit. However, according to the ruler of the area, there was danger at every corner.
"What if someone asks her out on a date! What then? Then-"
"Dear."
"What if she says yes? What if she's a victim of peer pressure?"
"Dear."
"And what's with the dances these days? They are provocative –"
"Dear."
"-enough to cause a person to vomit, fall down headfirst into the regurgitation, and vomit some more! I think we shouldn't let-"
"Dearest, Lavinia is four and a half going to her friend's birthday party. I'm pretty sure our little dove will have a great time! After all," as she placed a comforting hand on her husband's shaking frame," they are children."
"But my Lavinia! She will-"
"You mean ours, Caradoc," Gwendolyn interrupted.
"Right, of course, but she'll be unsupervised-"
"Jane will be there."
"It's not educational," the overprotective father cut in. It was apparent that the shoulder haired brunette was losing the argument and ideas to keep his pumpkin safe.
"Jester is there to teach the children some trivia and delight them with music." A spark that lit in her ice blue eyes ignited as she observed her spouse rack his brain for a rebuttal. Any second now, he'll break down.
Caradoc thought for a second and yelled," She will starve! Our little girl-"
"Pepper and Rake are there to serve refreshments."
The alleged mayor of the small town walked up from his desk and banged his head against the wall.
"Gwen," he whined childishly," why do you have to be so smart?"
Chuckling merrily, she skipped over to her husband and pecked him on the cheek. "Everything will be fine, I promise."