06-28-2012, 10:16 AM
Nedakh stood tall and proud. His sword was sheathed, but loose in case he needed to draw it quickly; however, this boat was a little small, and appeared to be a trading vessel; she wouldn't hold too many people.
He braced himself when a figure jumped onto the docks and charged toward them, then just barely stopped drawing his sword in time to not impale his own daughter as she rushed him and jumped into him.
"OOMPH!" he said as he staggered but caught here.
"Daddyy, we're hooo~ooome!" she sang.
"Ah, I can see that, sweetheart," he said a little awkwardly; something about his over-eager daughter always made him like that; he loved her to bits, but he wasn't always sure what to say. Did her bother reprimanding her for acting like a child, or would that be too harsh? He just didn't know, especially since all previous attempts to get her to behave more or less normally failed miserably.