Delilah
There her ‘father’ was! With exhilaration filling her veins, a childish toothy grin- she was right on time. It didn’t take a full grown mind to notice when someone was too busy to be with them frequently, but Delilah, with a few flaws here and there, understood that he did important things to ‘protect her and the castle. Holding her words in she had for her father when Ivan interrupts their way to dinner, she brought her hand to her mouth, nipping her pointer nail between her lower teeth and fang deep in thought. Will he get mad if i ask about momie? She bit her nail harder- like a puppy aging though it’s years, young supernaturals teethed too, while coming of age, old enough to drink blood. She remembers craving it as a younger child, but her not so much bloodwolf father and kitsune mother always denied that she would come in contact with this- like they were scared of what might happen to her and her blood bending powers. In unison with this thought, her other hand went to her fathers, grabbing a few of his fingers gently. I see him, but not mom in a long time. She walked next to him quietly as they neared the dining room to be greeted by Issac, her source of entertainment and a friend since there were times when father and kids her age were scarce. “Hi, Issy.” She chimed his nickname from her since ‘Issac’ felt weird to say, softly to him. She skipped deep into the dining room by herself since she knew the father might stop to have a boring grown up conversation. Suddenly she froze, and turned to both of the others despite the urgency in Issac’s voice to speak. “Dad. What happened to mom?”