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We can do some looking when we reach the Eastern Kingdoms.”\n\n\tLyrah struggled to hide her soft disappointment. Even she hadn’t realized just how eager she was to be married to her own father. “Yeah, we can do that,” she said and hugged him tight. “I love you, Daddy.”\n\n\t“I love you too, sweetheart,” he uttered back, carefully shifting so she wouldn’t feel the bump in his pocket.\n\n* * * * *\n\n\tLyrah’s mood improved significantly after a good meal and a fresh round of nausea. The two of them departed the inn in high spirits and slowly ambled their way toward the docks, figuring to catch the next ship to the Eastern Kingdoms.\n\n\t“Hmm,” Drenan rumbled out of seemingly nowhere and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked his daughter up and down for a moment, earning a confused look from her. “Not to sound rude… but that sundress of yours has seen better days. Perhaps we should find some new attire before we leave?”\n\n\tLyrah tapped her chin in thought. “Hmmm…” She turned a hardened gaze upon her father. “HMMMMMMM… you callin’ me fat?”\n\n\tDrenan burst out in laughter at the absurdity. “I would never!”\n\n\tLyrah giggled in response. “Then I guess that sounds okay. Did you… have something in mind?”\n\n\tThis gave Drenan pause. “No. I have not purchased your clothing since you were little. You have always had a very strong sense of fashion, which is good because I have none.”\n\n\tLyrah grasped his hand and began to lead him toward a nearby tailor. “Oh bull! Pick something out for me! I wanna see what ya got!” While he wasn’t about to argue, Drenan found himself regretting his decision as they entered the tailor’s shop. The goblins had procured a rather wide variety of clothing, and there was a surprisingly large selection of tauren-sized garments in all kinds of styles. 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\tJust as the sun began to rise, Drenan ambled back across Ratchet toward the inn.  Heavy were his weary hoofsteps, but the prize clutched in one hand had been worth every minute of sleep he’d lost.  The bull tapped quietly on their room door, then stepped inside to find Lyrah asleep in her hammock.  “I am sorry,” he rumbled quietly, more to himself than to her, and he resigned himself to the floor.  Sleep was ready to take him no matter where he laid his head.

\tLyrah’s sleep, however, was not particularly sound.  She’d heard the door creak open along with her father’s words, and her heart skipped a sad beat when she heard him lay down on the floor.  As soon as she heard his snoring begin, the shaman rolled out of the hammock and carefully laid down behind him, threw one arm around his waist, and buried her face into his fur-laden back for comfort.

\tSleep took Lyrah once more, this time far more soundly.  The couple continued to snooze even as the sun rose high.  Shortly after noon, Drenan stirred, this time finding his daughter’s arm holding him fiercely in her sleep.  His soft shifting was enough to wake her as well, and her eyes fluttered open to find her father staring gently back at her.  “Good morning,” he rumbled tenderly.

\tLyrah’s gaze dropped to the floor.  “Daddy… I’m sorry about last night.  I-”

\t“Shhhh,” he tried to insist.  “You-”

\t“If you say I have nothing to be sorry about, you’re full of it,” she cocked back suddenly, smiling just a little.  “I know what I said was hurtful.  I thought you were being hurtful, too.  But you’re right.  We don’t have a lot of money right now, and we don’t have a home established yet.  We gotta think about what’s best for our little one first, right?”

\tDrenan didn’t immediately answer.  He searched his daughter’s eyes for a few quiet moments, then sighed and let out a soft chuckle.  “We will take care of those things in short order, I am certain.”

\tHer smile widened a bit more, and Drenan rolled over to allow her to rest her head upon his chest.  “Do you… do you wanna get married?  I mean, like, is it okay if I want you to be my life-mate?”

\t“After all that we have been through, you think I would deny wanting to spend the rest of my life with you?”  His tone was soft and earnest.  “The thing is… there is a formality to this sort of thing.  You understand?”

\t“Well, yeah, I guess, but you don’t have to do those things either.  I’d be happy if we just went and got a priest right now.”

\tDrenan couldn’t hide his smile.  “Well… I have nothing against goblins, but I have my doubts that many who claim to be ordained ministers truly are qualified.  We can do some looking when we reach the Eastern Kingdoms.”

\tLyrah struggled to hide her soft disappointment.  Even she hadn’t realized just how eager she was to be married to her own father.  “Yeah, we can do that,” she said and hugged him tight.  “I love you, Daddy.”

\t“I love you too, sweetheart,” he uttered back, carefully shifting so she wouldn’t feel the bump in his pocket.

* * * * *

\tLyrah’s mood improved significantly after a good meal and a fresh round of nausea.  The two of them departed the inn in high spirits and slowly ambled their way toward the docks, figuring to catch the next ship to the Eastern Kingdoms.

\t“Hmm,” Drenan rumbled out of seemingly nowhere and stopped dead in his tracks.  He looked his daughter up and down for a moment, earning a confused look from her.  “Not to sound rude… but that sundress of yours has seen better days.  Perhaps we should find some new attire before we leave?”

\tLyrah tapped her chin in thought.  “Hmmm…”  She turned a hardened gaze upon her father.  “HMMMMMMM… you callin’ me fat?”

\tDrenan burst out in laughter at the absurdity.  “I would never!”

\tLyrah giggled in response.  “Then I guess that sounds okay.  Did you… have something in mind?”

\tThis gave Drenan pause.  “No.  I have not purchased your clothing since you were little.  You have always had a very strong sense of fashion, which is good because I have none.”

\tLyrah grasped his hand and began to lead him toward a nearby tailor.  “Oh bull!  Pick something out for me!  I wanna see what ya got!”  While he wasn’t about to argue, Drenan found himself regretting his decision as they entered the tailor’s shop.  The goblins had procured a rather wide variety of clothing, and there was a surprisingly large selection of tauren-sized garments in all kinds of styles.  Drenan slowly looked over the garments, all while Lyrah peered over his shoulder.  “Don’t be shy!  I wanna wear something you wanna see me in.”

\tDrenan shifted uncomfortably and finally pulled a dress.  “But that feels so… selfish.”

\t“Not when I’m making the demands!”  Lyrah snatched the garment from his hands, grinning all the while, and bolted into the nearest dressing room.

\t“Check for cameras!” he quietly called after her.

\tShuffling ensued from behind the curtain.  “Didn’t find any,” she assured him, followed by further shuffling.  When the curtain drew back, Lyrah stood proudly in a simple, snow white dress.  Thin straps showed off most of her shoulders, and a diving neckline drew much of the attention, but the fabric was just loose enough that it showed off her curves quite nicely.  All in all, it was fairly modest for her.  “It’s pretty!” she remarked and did a quick twirl.  “What made you pick it?”

\tDrenan shrugged.  “I suppose I do not get to see you wear white very often.”

\tLyrah shot him a quizzical look.  “Hmm, this fabric would probably go completely see-through if it got wet….”

\t“I did not pick it because of that,” he rumbled sheepishly and looked away.
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