10 years agoAmyla ran across the house, squealing her little head off. She was going to be 5! Next year she'd start school, and maybe even meet one of those cute boys Nana always talked about. There was even the possibility she'd get some kind of beast or ability soon, and then her father could be even more proud of her!As she ran across the house with youthful fervor, her father buried his head in his hands. Not even his study could have any peace and quiet anymore. Why couldn't she understand that when you didn't have the strength of someone like Ghal, you couldn't just be loud all the time?He had work to do. He had an entire noble house to run. And here she was, running around like a little demon.A laugh erupted from behind his hands.If Mary was still alive, she'd say something along the lines of, "That's your daughter alright!"