Take me with you.... (CLOSED)

[Erik Mynhier]

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Rare were there such blessed mornings. The room was cool and dark from the rain creeping over the sky. Erik laid to his side facing out, his face calm as he enjoyed the quiet. Then it came, the small finger as it poked his nose... then his chin... his cheek, "Papa...." came the soft voice, a whisper of a voice, seeking not to wake the blonde in the bed with her father. "Papa, wake up." Erik did not move, only opening his eyes, meeting her whisper with his own, a smile playing over his mouth, "... What?" The little girl giggled as his eyes snapped open. "Get up!!!!" she whispered loudly as she pulled with all her might. He laid still for a moment of two before getting up and picking her up, "Shuuuu..... We cannot wake Clio.... And why is that?" The little girl giggled again, "No survivors Papa." They both giggled as he pushed her out of the room quietly and shut the door to change as she waited in the hallway.

 

A few minutes later he emerged dressed and ready, "Now what is so important my Lady?" She loved it when her father spoke to her like a Sultana. Lenna held up her finger, "You always go out on things in the morning and I don't see you. So today you have to take me with you." Erik caught a laugh before it escaped and angered his younger daughter, "Is that so? Well it so happens I have some very important business to see to. And Montblanc is quiet busy. Do you think you can help me Lenna?" The girl smiled and jumped, "Yes! I can help! I can help you with your flaming!" Erik nodded, "Flaming? Good then Let us go." She cheered, "Yeah! Let us go!..... can I have a sword too?.

Erik shook his head no, and they left the Hall.

[Erik Mynhier]

He had hoped to sleep in a bit, he rarely had days of liberty, but here they walked the markets of Ul'dah. "Let it go! Let it go!...." sang the little miqo'te. Erik cringed, he was so sick of that song. He regretted taking her to that play in Ishgard about the thaumaturge princess. Day and night his sharp ears could hear her sing that damn song throughout the Hall....

 

Hopeful to interrupt, "So what sort of business shall we see to Dear?" Lenna stopped singing and looked up, "I'm hungry! Can we eat before going to work?" Erik looked down, "I suppose so." Lenna put her hands on her hips as her father often did, shaking her head, "Godd, good. We need a full belly to protect the realm." Erik nodded with a half hearted salute, "As you say my Lady."

 

After breakfast she insisted they walk across the way to the Hall of Flames. "Let's go see the Flame General! I wanna see his no-arm!" Erik frantically silenced his daughter, "Shuu! Do not say things like that. And even if I knew him, which I do not, you have to be a uniformed officer to go deeper then this into the Hall." She ignored him as her train of thought shifted and she ran to the front counter where a Lalafell quartermaster sat, reading a book. "Excuse me! I need a uniform!" The Lalafell smiled and put down his book, "Why yes ma'am, let me see...... Well we are out of Miqo'te uniforms I am afraid Miss. Where are your parents?" She paid him no mind, "That's ok I'm a Highlander too, do you have any highlander uniforms?" The quartermaster corked an eyebrow, "... What?" Erik walked up behind her, "I am sorry Lieutenant, she can be excitable." The Lalafell laughed, "I understand. I have one of my own. Listen I'm not suppose to do this, but here." Lenna took the box as he handed it over to her, "We have a bit of an over stock in Lalafell uniforms, this one is just in the way. Would you mind taking it off my hands Miss? It is about your size." Lenna squealed as she dashed into a restroom and changed into the uniform. Stepping out she again placed her hands on her hips like her father and posed for the giggling gathering of soldiers. The quartermaster and Erik walked over to her, "My word Miss, you stand like a leader of Flames." She nodded, "Very good.... very good.... I'm glad you noticed..... you're promoted."