Drabble, Tekla & Father, Planet Tek, Pre-series, Rated K
Tekla
She always felt alone. It had been an hour past since the sun had reached zenith and a young Tekla was beginning to wonder when her father would show up. Long she awaited their time together, for he was always busy talking to governors from other sectors and reviewing the latest developments in the research and acceleration division. Today, they were going to go to the mountain cliff; the Talek Peak to be exact. It was always more beautiful when the sun was high in the sky, for the little lake that rested upon it would glimmer with much youth and enthusiasm. Tekla had always objected to the barrier around the lake because it was a blatant eye sore. Apparently, a pool of water can reach out and grab inattentive little children, drowning them for dinner. It was the story for every bed of blue, but Tekla only cared about this one because she visited it at the end of every cycle.
She placed her elbows neatly side by side on the balcony edge and cupped her chin. There wasn't much green left, not much nature at all. She gazed to the horizon where Talek stood standing and then her eyes moved to the surrounding area where a mass of Tek metal and purple lights defined their city. It all seemed to overpower the sun itself in its grandness.
Suddenly, quiet footsteps came behind her and she smiled without turning to look. "You never get tired of that view do you?" His voice was warm but somewhat exhausted from his day's proceedings.
"Father, let's go right away! There is much I wish to show you on the peak." She grabbed his closest hand with both of hers and pulled him away from the scenery.
