It was exactly a day after the father and daughter had met the dark faerie that Altador decided he and his daughter needed to go and see other lands. After wandering for a day, the father and daughter made camp. The three year old wandered around her new surroundings and felt scared, but slightly empowered by the new freedom. As she wandered about, she ran into an Aisha, who was surprised to see the young Lupe.
"Alixandrea!" Altador called out to his daughter. Without defiance, she ran back. The Aisha lingered behind, in a fear of sorts of being falsely accused of hurting the child. But when the older Lupe saw the wandering Aisha, he welcomed her happily as his daughter sought comfort and safety between her father's legs. She only reached as high as his knees at the most.
"Is... is she yours?" the Aisha asked cautiously, as if the discussion was taboo. The little Lupe hid further in her father's legs as he sat down on the ground.
"She is, and a bumpkin rascal at that." he confirmed, tickling the little Lupe so that she giggled. The Aisha smiled.
"She's a lovely little girl." the Aisha then said.
"She takes a lot after her mother." the older Lupe replied, slightly upset at the mention of his wife. The Aisha decided that she shouldn't bring up his wife again... she didn't need to know unless he wanted her to.
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The two adults went into a conversation that went well after Alixandrea's bedtime, but the young Lupe didn't feel like closing her eyes just yet. There was something... wrong about the land around them. The child could almost feel something wrong happening... or about to happen. After a while, she wasn't the only one that noticed that something was wrong. Suddenly, her father jumped up, got his sword that Alix rarely noticed on his belt loop and swung it behind them. Alix let out a scream when she saw that her father had sideswiped a Werelupe.
After looking around quickly, the Aisha stood up quickly and raised her hands in the air, saying something that Alix couldn't quite figure out. A shield of light covered the small camp from the Werelupes. Altador realized what had happened and quickly put his sword away to scoop up his terrified daughter.
The Werelupes scratched at the light barrier, but gave up after a while. After the coast was clear, the light barrier faded away. Altador turned to the Aisha amazed.
"Your powers are outstanding!" Altador praised. The Aisha blushed, thinking that she was humble. "With your powers of protection, my leadership, and the help of other just souls, we could build a city from a child's dreams!"
The Aisha smiled and looked down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at Altador.
"For years I have tried to find my true calling," she admitted, "And tonight, I think I have found it. I will follow you, kind Lupe, but... I don't think I ever caught your name."
"My apologies madam," Altador said, "Call me Altador, and the child Alixandrea."
"Alix." Alixandrea corrected. "I wanna be called Alix."
The two adults laughed happily.