Giggling was heard from the tent as you approached it. It was a mixture of a man’s & a small child’s, you could only imagine the sight you walked into hearing the giggles you did.

It was getting later, the moon lightly illuminating the horizon around camp, nights like these were peaceful. The small chitter of the camp as people got ready for bed & the sound of the fires crackling surrounded the area. A calm before the storms that were often brought in were much needed.

Before you headed into the tent, you took off your gear, stripping yourself from the heavy belt you carried around your waist for whenever you went out hunting. Arthur stayed back tonight to take care of your daughter, deciding that time with her was much needed lately.

You opened your tent to see Arthur, looking much prettier, little bows covered his sandy locks, an embarrassed smile forming on his lips as he saw you walk into the tent.

You gushed at the sight, him sitting on the cot that the two of you shared— while your daughter stood behind him, perfecting the ponytail that she had put in his hair. They both lightened as they saw you.

“She kinda went a little crazy with the bows,” Arthur’s grunts sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “told her only a couple, but you know how she gets.”

The both of you looked back at your daughter, who looked quite proud of herself for daddy’s new hairstyle.