"Mama!"
Aurelia tugged at Gloriana's lab coat as she leaned in front of her terminal in the Genesis Lab.
The mech designer turned away from her latest series of sketches and directed her attention to her daughter.
"Do you want another hug, baby?"
"Look, mama! Design!"
Aurelia presented an awful-looking feline figure that she had shaped and molded with her hands.
Even though the abomination of a 'mech' violated every rule of mech design that Gloriana had ingrained in her mind, the mother did not utter any admonishments.
She expected more from the mech designers in the employ of the Larkinson Clan because they invested many years to become professionals.
In contrast to the Apprentices and Journeymen she worked with on a daily basis, her daughter was only a little over a year old. How could Aurelia possibly come close to displaying the skill of her parents?
She was just a baby!
