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- Multiple posts per week
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As Morgan grumbled about cowardly impostors and began picking up her thrown daggers, a voice rang out that sat the hair on her neck on end. It was someone she had been trying to avoid so far, to avoid causing her more pain if she failed at her goal of saving those she loved.
"Rather impressive... You must have had good teachers of debate and strategy to hold yourself so well in a battle of wits and blades..." Robin applauded with a smile, having an idea of who taught her. A child of mine, of course they would have such magnificent skills. Their parents are quite the heavy-weights themselves, so the child would easily have the potential to be a genius...
"Yeah... They were the best at what they focused on, though... My memory be a bit biased..." Her voice was a low murmur, her eyes kept low and away from the man who spoke to her. Robin tilted his head to the side, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"How so? I'm sure a girl as impressive as you wouldn't be so easily swayed to one side or another... Unless your teachers were quite the precious people to you..."
She nodded nervously, unsure of what exactly to say, "They... You... They were... well, are my parents. Of course I would think they are the best. They always loved me, protected me, taught me... They are the best..."
"So, Erika-chan and I did a good job as parents then? That's a relief."
The girl paused for a moment, shock registering in her expression. She hadn't realized that Robin and Erika could hear her when she had made that earlier declaration. When she next spoke, a small hiccup was in her voice, "Of course you did, stupid... You guys are..."
Her eyes finally rose up to meet Robin's, though they began to close as tears welled up and threatened to overwhelm her, "The absolute best! I'm... glad you guys are okay, Dad!"
"There's no need to cry, ya know?" Before she could react, his arms had pulled her into a hug, holding her close to hide her tears and muffled cries. For a moment, a familiar sense of comfort and support swelled in Morgan's heart, one that only burnt hotter as her father spoke, "Of course we're safe, why wouldn't we be? Have a little faith, Morgan-chan..."
"S-Sorry..." Her crying slowly settled down, the girl nuzzling close to Robin with a small, joyful smile. Dad... I've missed this... Being able to count on you for a hug. Being able to talk to you and Mom. Being able to just be able to count on you two... I'm glad we won and I can talk to you again...
"Dad... I've missed you and Mom..."
@The Silver Paladin @The Great Detective
Io and Keah both smiled and both cried at what happened. Io's parents had died in the incidents preceding the Witch's Game, and Leah didn't really know her parents, and didn't have the most positive of experiences with her mother when they did meet.
"Morgan, keep your parents close." Leah said simply.
@The Great Detective