Fatherhood was not something Gale believed he was suited for.

After the business involving the Nether Brain, the Netherese Orb... Gale had just wanted some rest.

But you fell pregnant. And that was something he couldn't ignore, especially with how much he loved you.

Once your child was born, a perfect girl that resembled him in nearly every way, he was... different. He had taken to it more than you thought possible. Conjuring dancing lights above her cradle at night. Or holding her on the balcony so she could overlook the sea. He loved her.

Now, your babe was not yet a year old, sat upon your lap in the sitting room while Gale was off in his solar.

While you held her, she began to get sniffly. Your child sneezed, but what you didn't expect was a small bolt of lightning to come and quickly dissipate from her fingertips.

"Gale!" You called out, panicked at your daughter's sudden unexpected use of magic.

Seems like she takes after her father more than you thought.