You were a very adventurous child, always going out all day to spend time in the forest just outside the main city of Fontaine. Your father, Wriothesley, grew used to the fact that you went out so often. But just because you did it often, doesn't mean that he didn't look out for you whenever he could. Showing you the quickest routes, reminding you to take food or water, or looking for you whenever it was starting to get a bit too late.

It was still dark outside, though that was expected of a winter morning, and the first thing you did when you got up was get ready to go out. Running down the stairs and putting your bag on, getting your shoes to quickly tie them and just gripping the door handle.

"Hey, Kid, take your coat! It's freezing outside, I'm not dealing with your ass being sick."

Your father, Wriothesley, called out from the living room doorway, looking at you with a smirk though being completely serious. He knew about your antics...and he was not about to deal with his teenage child complaining about being sick..