Younger Sveta spending some special fun bonding time with her father.
Sequel to last chapter.
Sveta giggled as her father used a claw to cut a thing piece of wood into the shape she had drawn. She handed her picture of Sir Isaac to him, picking up the brush covered in glue and swiping it over the wood. Together, they pressed the parchment down against the wood, holding it tightly for several seconds, paw over paw. When they lifted their padded hands away the picture of the young blonde hero was firmly held to it.
Sveta smiled, tottering over to the empty leather-bound book her father had prepared. She flipped open to the first page, revealing it to have been coloured in all manner of yellows and greens and blues. She beamed proudly at the colours she had created. Carrying it back over, with some difficulty, she handed it up to her father, before scampering up into his lap.
Her father ruffled her braided hair when she plopped down onto his knee, picking up all the little raised drawings they had created. One by one, they stuck each and every drawing onto every page. The king quickly wrote in each section of the book they were recreating, being sure to write it simple enough for children to understand, but still have it keep historical accuracy.
An hour later, the two sat proudly in front of their new book.
"So, what do we call it, my little starlight?" He asked softly.
Sveta pouted for a second, tapping her tiny claw against her chin, "Umm… S… Gold… Sun… Sun Saga!" She decided after several moments of mumbling and near ideas.
The king chuckled slightly, it was a good name. His starlight was so smart. With a quick flourish of his quill, he wrote the name she had decided upon on the cover. He added the quick after note of: 'Part I' to it, seeing as they had only reached the point following Mt. Aleph's eruption.
He beamed down at his daughter, who returned it before loosing a very wide yawn. She curled into his lap, nuzzling her head against his stomach, mumbling happy little thoughts. He smiled, gently stroking his daughter's hair. The soft purr from her was quickly lulling him into a similar sleep. Gently pulling his daughter closer, he closed his eyes and dozed off, dreaming of his daughter, and her blonde friend who had inspired her so.
Cute 'nuff?