Freya looked up at her tall father in excitement. "Daddy, look at the flowers over there!" Dylas smiled at the joy on his little girl's face, and allowed himself to be pulled along by the hand. The pair ended up in a small field just west of the city gate, full to bursting with beautiful spring blooms. The horse-man reluctantly released Freya's hand, watching her anxiously as she began to pick flowers.

He sighed. I know I'm too overprotective. But I can't help it! If I lose her like I lost Frey... She's just like her mother. In looks and personality. That's good and bad. I kinda wish she had a little of my caution.

The tiny girl, green hair in dual pigtails that were far too reminiscent of her mother for Dylas's liking, was now petting a Wooly. Uh-oh. "Freya, watch out!" Dylas called in alarm. The Wooly reared back, and head-butted the girl with all of its fluffy might (granted, that wasn't much, it's a Wooly after all, but Freya was still young). She fell backwards, landing on her rear. She sniffed a little, and Dylas took a step towards his daughter, intent on comforting her (and blasting that frickin Wooly to the Forest of Beginnings) when Freya stood up on her chubby six year old legs. "You're a mean Wooly!" She shouted, thrusting her hands at the sheep like monster.

Dylas blinked.

Tiny crackles of lightning zapped the creature, which appeared to just anger it all the more. It lunged at the girl... And got a double kick attack in the face! The monster returned to the Forest of Beginnings, Freya continued picking flowers, and Dylas sat down on the grassy earth in shock. After his heart rate returned to normal, he smiled despite himself.

Maybe there's a little bit of me in there too.