[Mahalia is a credit to her lovely mother, lovely and romantic, but delicate. She pets the girls hair as she makes note of her immediate circle.
The one she points to, Jast, is clearly not in their bloodline, big blue eyes, black hair, pale skin, but he certainly doesn't look unwelcome in his place upon the wall.]
Yes... your... father.
[It takes her a moment to dredge it all up, but he is on Mahalia's mind often, even if she often refuses to say as much.]
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The one she points to, Jast, is clearly not in their bloodline, big blue eyes, black hair, pale skin, but he certainly doesn't look unwelcome in his place upon the wall.]
Yes... your... father.
[It takes her a moment to dredge it all up, but he is on Mahalia's mind often, even if she often refuses to say as much.]